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Messages to Michael / No idea for title
« on: February 28, 2010, 06:38:07 PM »
Now that I opened this page to writte you something, I am just speechless since 10 minutes, writting, erasing, writting again...don't know where to start.
It's so difficult to find words to tell about 17 years of hopes. Hope to help you, hope to meet you, hope to make you happy. There are so many movies in my head in whitch I was rescuing you from media and from the world...I wish I was a super heroe, but I'm just a girl, to shy to dare come to see you, to shy to go to a concert, and now I'm a woman, considering how stupid she's been and finally trying to say how she feels.
I still don't know what to think of all this. Why, how, for how long, when... so much questions are waiting for truth to come. But who cares about ways and means ? who cares about causes and consequences... The only one that matters is you. The only things I hope is that you actually escaped from this, choosin the best for yourself. I hope you now realise that people never stopped loving you, I hope you are now free from media and from this public/business life destroying all your secret gardens and strangling your creativity. I hope you found your own and brand new Giving Tree to climb, and that you can now have new flowers that are born in the garden that hides your soul. I hope you lighted a new little star in your eyes and forgot about sadness. I hope you are caring for yourself, and loving yourself.
I wish I was a little mouse, spying to find the truth out of all this.
I know it seems egoistic but I hope all this happens to you cause it would only mean one thing to me : a little girl's dream can sometime come true. And knowing that wishing upon a star can make a dream come true, would be my best hope for this world where i'm now staying without you.
Sorry for bad english, and stupid thoughts, I was just trying to fight myself to tell you for once, something that sounds like "I l*** you"
It's so difficult to find words to tell about 17 years of hopes. Hope to help you, hope to meet you, hope to make you happy. There are so many movies in my head in whitch I was rescuing you from media and from the world...I wish I was a super heroe, but I'm just a girl, to shy to dare come to see you, to shy to go to a concert, and now I'm a woman, considering how stupid she's been and finally trying to say how she feels.
I still don't know what to think of all this. Why, how, for how long, when... so much questions are waiting for truth to come. But who cares about ways and means ? who cares about causes and consequences... The only one that matters is you. The only things I hope is that you actually escaped from this, choosin the best for yourself. I hope you now realise that people never stopped loving you, I hope you are now free from media and from this public/business life destroying all your secret gardens and strangling your creativity. I hope you found your own and brand new Giving Tree to climb, and that you can now have new flowers that are born in the garden that hides your soul. I hope you lighted a new little star in your eyes and forgot about sadness. I hope you are caring for yourself, and loving yourself.
I wish I was a little mouse, spying to find the truth out of all this.
I know it seems egoistic but I hope all this happens to you cause it would only mean one thing to me : a little girl's dream can sometime come true. And knowing that wishing upon a star can make a dream come true, would be my best hope for this world where i'm now staying without you.
Sorry for bad english, and stupid thoughts, I was just trying to fight myself to tell you for once, something that sounds like "I l*** you"