People come and people go.

picture by Daniel Silfver
(K)


People come and people go, sometimes they go far away. Some people just return home, like you and me.
The flu came and it took so many people away from here. But love is in the air along with the flu :P... so it makes things kinda fun.
Some people take pictures and some people paint. Some people don't do anything at all, and that's their own way of creating. Creation is just a way of understanding how important it is staying alive deep inside ourselves.
Fate is as fake and as real as God, it is as misterious as a new song, and as useless as the power of the soul in front of a world's disaster.
Fate is as stupid as getting lost, but we always like to believe we'll find our way...As creating words.
I'll try to remember smells and moments, pictures, colors, maybe faces too.
People come and go and kisses just don't seem enough... they feel as words you can't translate or you lack to communicate.
Yes, I'll miss you.
But I'll remember you the most. I'm glad we found the perfect good bye kiss.

Bonne chance!