personal ramblings

Si l’hiver n’existait pas
je irais au pole du nord pour trouver de la neige pour toi…
Si l’eau avait le goût du vin,
je nagerais dans l’ocean avec toi.
Si les poissons avaient des ailes,
je les suiverais pour les attraper.

(Translation:
If winter didn’t exist,
I would travel to the north pole to find you some snow…
If water tasted like wine,
I would swim in the ocean with you.
If fishes had wings,
I would follow them to catch them.)
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I wrote that poem in French class, years ago. I always thought that one day I could dedicate this poem to someone.

But then again, it’d only work if the person in question spoke French and would be interested in sappy poems.

Why didn’t anyone ever tell me how draining emotions can be?

I really don’t like being sick..