Not Falling, But Collapsing at His Feet

I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm, continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls



And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To you, where my heart lies



My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're alseep
And kiss you when you start your day



And the song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme



And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you



And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There, but for the grace of you, go I.

Who Are You?

Olivier Honore Gonfond.

Obsesser of drama.

Listener of Music.

Creature of night.

Trawler of iPhone.

Lover of words.

Owner of animals.

Embracer of technology.

Manifest of culture.

Observer of architecture.

Liver of cities.

Drinker of orange juice.

Needer of love.

Today is a new day. I am thread Bare. Have me now or never at all.

I am who I am.
I love who I am.
I love who I love.
I love what I want.
I want what I want.

I live in THIS moment.

Everything I do is justified.
Every mistake I make is a mistake.
My past is the same as yours.

Unchangeable.

My future is the same as yours.

Inevitable.

I want to be an actor.
I will be an actor.
Stop me.
Cut me down.
Tell me how life goes.
I've heard it all before.