Flow my tears

Flow my tears,
originally uploaded by Deckard@tyrell.corp.

Failure after failure, I become stronger, more cynical, more realist, more pragmatic : I accept the curse, my failures, my defects, my errors. But, each time, something is dying inside me. Reflex of self-preservation makes me dry, empty, hollow.

Feelings are flowing out from my heart and loose themselves in the darknesses of memories.

I'm a living museum, exposing all possible happily lives in all possible futures, all virtual or born-dead.

I'm the cemetary of my own dreams, and now it doesn't hurt me anymore. It's strange. I'm looking at this as if it would be some show.
I'm not really sad because I just decided that fight against destiny was stupid. I just decided to stop trying to influence the things.

I'm calm and quiet, waiting for the next day.