Coconut flavored spliff

chez Loup

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Can i Scream?

Yes i can, and this i what i did for the past months.

Screaming, yelling, shouting.

Sometimes when you can't scream, you can't express yourself.

Stress, and you can't expect anyone to listen.

You can hold every answers needed, sometime the only choice is time.

So I did, i waited, patiently, while the only thing i could do was screaming.

Screaming and changing.

People change, always, no wonders in that.

Even if they loved the way they were.

But heck, you can get bored of it.

So I changed, i made, again, new friends.

Again, i fell onto this world.

smoking spliff all afternoon, going out at midnight, this was my usual schedule.

Then, in some days, i changed my horizons.

I wouldn't care anymore of others shit, however related they are to me.

I stopped smoking for a time. Stayed on the usual smoke and coffee.

No more fucking around, just taking care of my health and my brain.

Then, exams passed, family was reunited again, for the good or the bad.

but all i did for my own good was smoking a cigarette.

Just a Fucking cigarette.

Now, all i have to wait for are results.

Monday and Tuesday i'll have them.

In one week from one, Alan's coming back.
and in some time, i'll see again the one who was always here the whole year.

I'm quite ashamed of myself, because for some time, i forgot the one thing that i cherished.

Skies of desire.

Now, wearing an old pair of jeans and a black tank top, i lean again my window,

with a coconut flavored spliff.

Regaining what made Marco as Marco.

Being confident, crushing others, being a bastard, no holding back in my words.

Summer time.

It's time to gain again my drug.

Freedom

Being Stray

Being Happy.

Because sometimes, all you need is being stray.

Walking on Montpellier's empty downtown streets.

Drinking with some friends on a empty parking lot.

writing up gibberish on the walls.

Feeling powerful.

Now people reconise me as the " Wild haired, black tank top wearing, smoking bastard"

It's cool, smooth, feeling free again.

Feeling allmighty sice midnight till sunrise.

Being up in the black streets

Gazing upon the sky with some people.

Gazing upon the Skies of desire.