Archive for December, 2010

ultimatum/ultimately

Friday, December 24th, 2010

Extreme ways are back again
Extreme places I didn’t know
I broke everything new again
Everything that I’d owned
I threw it out the windows, came along
Extreme ways I know move apart
The colors of my sea
Perfect color me

Extreme ways that help me
That help me out late at night
Extreme places I had gone
But never seen any light
Dirty basements, dirty noise
Dirty places coming through
Extreme worlds alone
Did you ever like it then

I would stand in line for this
There’s always room in life for this

[...]
Then it fell apart
[...]
Like it always does, always does

Extreme songs that told me
They helped me down every night
I didn’t have much to say
I didn’t get above the light
I closed my eyes and closed myself
And closed my world and never opened
Up to anything
That could get me along

I had to close down everything
I had to close down my mind
Too many things to cover me
Too much can make me blind
I’ve seen so much in so many places
So many heartaches, so many faces
So many dirty things
You couldn’t even believe

I would stand in line for this
It’s always good in life for this

[...]
Then it fell apart
[...]
Like it always does, always does

Moby – 18

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On the road again

Wednesday, December 15th, 2010

Partir, tous les 2 ou 3 jours, pour une destination peu glamour, peu importe.
Réapprendre à paqueter, léger, essentiel, nécessaire, indispensable.
Passer de longues heures à observer la campagne verte et grise ou blanche et lumineuse.
Se remémorer ces longues heures de méditation et de décision dans le Greyhound entre T.O. et MTL.

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“On part car cela soulage.”

D’ici là, attendre. Puis leur annoncer. Sans culpabiliser. Ni se décontenancer.
Car ça fait peur. Tout ce qui est (à faire/fuir) ici. Et tout ce qui est (im/possible) là-bas.

‎“We are what we repeatedly do.” [...] “Push past your comfort zone, and then rest.”

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Il est temps que j’avance sur la route, au lieu de constamment rêver au chemin qu’accomplissent les autres.
Je ne sais pas où cela me mènera, je n’ai préparé que les formalités de départ.
Je sais à quoi m’attendre de ma part, j’en ai rêvé, mon inconscient n’est pas dupe.
De quoi le futur sera fait, là maintenant aujourd’hui, je ne veux pas le savoir…

“Come what may.”

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