Hangover Reflections

Hi / Camille / 21yo / Social work student / Libra / Drunk Heart / Empty Mind / Failure Model

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#15: Jours & Nuits

En deux nuits t’as retourné mon corps ; en cinq jours t’as retourné mon coeur.

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#14: Musique

J’ai caché dans nos musiques préférées tout ce que nous nous sommes dit. Et même si tous les jours, tes doigts grattant les cordes de ta guitare me manque, ce sera toujours le son de ta voix qui, telle la plus belle musique du monde, résonnera en moi...

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#13: Words

Some words stay in your head long after they’re spoken 

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#12: Storm

Why does the storm always comes at night?

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#11: Forecast

Tomorrow, it’ll snow on our country. I’ve never kind of love it but there’s always someone around to remind you it’ll snow tomorrow. Kids shall go inside to build snowman, drunk friends will throw snowballs to some passing cars, workers shall be pissed off the road full of whiteness and lovers shall share a coffee. People in the street will laugh when you’re gonna stumble on some flakes. People in the street will maybe draw all sort of things with snowflakes on the stuff. Today, it snowed and people do it all, as humans are so predictable you know. 

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#10: Loveless

Dear you,

It’s been a loveless year honey. What did we do with our hearts? I’ve wished so many times I could turn back the clock to the day we met and start it all over again. Sure, I won’t do the same mistakes maybe I won’t even fall in love with you. We should probably think about it, I mean, treat each other as a complete stranger. I’d hoped too many times for this day to come, the day we will walk our way and don’t even look at the other. Because we won’t even recognise each other, we’d become strangers again like the night we met. No more feelings, no more hates, no more regrets, no more songs, no more talks, just you without me and me without you. I must be honest to you, I never wanted this but it’s been so long I suffer from this friendship we tried to build. It ain’t nothing, you know, to say goodbye to someone we love. 

I wished we would have known each other in another life, maybe in a life we would have been more confident, more reckless, more in love. It’s been a loveless year, honey, but don’t cry because it has been beautiful though.  

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#9: Teardrops

Like rain they fall when sadness comes.

Like fire they burn weakness in flammes.

Like you they run away from my eyes.

Like us they fall out for no reasons.

Like me they will be the shadow of madness.

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#8: Manque

Je me suis sentie nostalgique ce soir. Nostalgique des longues nuits sans sommeil et des nombreux verres laissés vides sur les tables. Nostalgiques des tasses de café partagées sous l’abri de la pluie et de l’odeur du tabac flottant sous les airs. Nostalgiques des fous rires et des pleures qui ont fait de toutes ces journées des heures inoubliables. 

Ce soir j’étais nostalgique d’un temps pourtant pas si lointain. Ce soir, j’ai ri et pleuré, mais la seule chose qui manquait, c’était les amis pour les partager. 

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#7: Ignorance

Qu’elles furent longues et tristes ces époques où la parole nous manquait. Que les nuits perdues à trop penser furent vaines pour tant de regards croisés mais souvent ignorés. Qui aurait pu croire un jour l’on puisse oublier qu’à chaque fois que nos mains se frôlaient, c’était plus toi que moi qui souffrait. 

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#6: Conversation

You, talking at me last night, was the most beautiful thing happened to me in the past few days. 

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#5: Goodbye

When there’s a goodbye to wave, there’re hearts to break. Sometimes we will meet again but most the last look is the only memory we remain. 

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#4: Restart

I wish I knew all this when I started the adventure...

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#3: Flower

I’ve always felt myself as a flower: more and more you cut it, one day, it won’t bloomed anymore. 

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#2: Mornings

Do you mind if I stay in my bed today ? Because I’m not feeling very well and I guess this day’ll be like the previous ones. I’m waking up, having my breakfast, feeling guilty because I ate too much, going out to class, feeling not smart enough for this world, do not work anymore to succeed, fail, flood myself into all kind of alcohol and tears, contest the only love I have, fall asleep alone, wake up again in the same bed with the same damned feeling that I’m just not worthy for this life. 

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#1: Failure

One day I failed it all my life 

Did I do best or I been so lied ?

For all those words I hold inside 

What would it be if now I die ?