Renee, child
Forgive me that I didn't get in touch with you for so long
Words cannot express everything
But I have to talk to you
Don't say a word, it's my turn to speak
This is where we come to sit
You, me, and him
And we wait
I'm happy to hear you
I thought you were gone forever
You're not the same person you used to be
That's not your fault, but mine
Today is Sunday the 6th, June 2006
The shops are closed, the streets are empty
So I can already tell you that today is the best day for us
The emptiness, the nothingness, the reality
Luckily, because you feel awkward being between other people
You don't really like them
I'm not sure
I have nothing else, I wait
Waiting is not hard
True
But it's long
I, with time passing by,
I'm under the impression that it's not that long anymore
I got used to waiting
That's better
This is where we come to sit
You, me, and him
And we wait
For something or someone, but we don't really know what or who
There's no one, no exit, no solution
I'll try
You smoke?
Always
There's another way of waiting
For sure
I never succeeded
I'm able to wait without doing anything
Only thinking about waiting
Continuously
Thinking about waiting?
Yes, I think I wait, and that fills my day
Will you be coming back tomorrow?
To the impossible I must stay true
Then I'll also come back
Everyday, if I must
Until I die
Until death?
Until death, absolutely
Until death, the only thing that is sure
What if she never comes?
Death always comes
She'll save us from everything, she'll save us from waiting
True
This is where we come to sit
You, me, and him
And we wait
Something or someone that will liberate us from this room
but we don't really know what or who
There's no one
We can't go out
No solution
But that's good, because you like being on your own
The human mind is difficult to kill
Hey
Nice party
Thanks
You don't like the music?
You don't really know anything about music but you often pretend you do
I have a more eclectic preference
A word that you stole yourself from somebody else, like oximoron
That can be useful in a moment of awkward silence
I'm going to get a drink, you want one?
You compulsively listen to two songs during an undermined period of time
Wild Child and Caribbean Blue, both by Enya
The first, because you think you're a wild child
although in reality, you stay at home with your puppy you bought
because you were bored
And the second one because it's supposed to be your wedding song
Actually, it's the wedding song of your sister, but you also stole it
Did you miss me?
Because I missed you
I don't understand
Why do we see each other so little?
I wanted to tell you something
Just for once
Seriously
I wanted to tell you that sometimes, we meet people
and everything becomes crystal clear
People that are not necessarily good for you
But you become so dependant on them that you want to become like them
But that's not what they're looking for
Who were you talking to?
Anyway, you look like you're having the time of your life
It's the botox
I can't show any emotion
Actually, I'm having fun
What is your biggest ambition?
To become immortal
and then die
What about love then?
Cowardly, elusive, treacherous
What about you?
You'll meet someone, and everything will become crystal clear
Well, that's what you think, but you'll loose yourself because of him
For about seven, eight years; maybe forever
He'll ask you if you're embarassed
To which you'll answer in a very normal and uncalled-for way a "no"
It's because of people like him
that you'll be doomed to stay in the waiting room
Until the black wound that he'll leave behind at the place of your heart
will be healed
Won't open itself anymore, won't bleed anymore
One, two, three, four
One, two, three
... four
The human mind is difficult to kill
You always look under your bed before going to bed
That's something that won't go away
You still suck your thumb, you smoke
you don't drink as much red wine for a person your age
and you suffer from an obsessive compulsive disorder
Why is that? That I cannot tell you
But it's there, and it gets worse when you drink alcohol
That's all
Luckily, there's a letter, and you don't have to see my face
You would recognize me
Don't fail to think that you didn't become the finest man I have ever met
You are
And I [add] that your mother is your best friend
and that the tragedy in your life is your friend
Because you can't be with him
He's not like you
This is where we come to sit
You, me, and him
And we wait
Something or someone that will liberate us from this room
but we don't really know what or who
Tell me: who wants an easy life?
It's monotonous and boring
I'm going to stop talking now
Sometimes it's better not to speak
Words cannot express everything
Lots of love, Renne