I’ve been to hell and it looked just like heaven
I made a friend and I felt forgiven, like you, and everyone else

I’m ashamed but, I’m just human
With oceans of dreams, and seas of confusion
Like you… and everyone else..

Holding my breath when I just want to scream, hiding the face, I don’t want you to see
Making a mess of myself trying to be like you, and everyone else..

They put me away, told me I’m crazy, I don’t belong but, maybe they’ll save me
Talked to the pain, it’s been here forever, the drugs make me sane, but they don’t make me better..

Holding my breath when I just want to scream, hiding the face
I don’t want you to see, making a mess of myself trying to be like you, like you..

Losing my faith when I say I believe
Looking at you for the answers I need, walking away from myself
Trying to be like you, and everyone else. Everyone else..

Talked to me, talked to me, talked to me, till this is over..
Talked to me, talked to me, talked to me and I am worth fighting for..

Holding my breath when I just want to scream, hiding the face
I don’t want you to see, making a mess of myself trying to be like you, like you..

Losing my faith when I say I believe
Looking at you for the answers I need
Walking away from myself, trying to be
Like you, and everyone else

(Talked to me, talked to me, talked
To me, everyone else, talked to me
Talked to me, talked to me, like you..
Talked to me, talked to me, talked
To me, everyone else)

Walk in the rain, let it fall on my face
There’s a shadow of doubt but a sky full of grace
I’m not like you, and everyone else

Beth Hart – Like you lyrics
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=d4hWtttAUy4

In general, I try and distinguish between what one calls the Future and “l’avenir” [the ‘to come]. The future is that which – tomorrow, later, next century – will be. There is a future which is predictable, programmed, scheduled, foreseeable. But there is a future, l’avenir (to come) which refers to someone who comes whose arrival is totally unexpected. For me, that is the real future. That which is totally unpredictable. The Other who comes without my being able to anticipate their arrival. So if there is a real future, beyond the other known future, it is l’avenir in that it is the coming of the Other when I am completely unable to foresee their arrival.
– Jacques Derrida –
Ph : Rokas Darulis

Summer, dropping so easily a delicious everything upon your skin and lips. Like a never-ending kiss—taunting, deep, and luscious. The sun. The heat. The thousand echoes of a timelessness before time, when every day seems longer than the next and no day seems likely to ever truly end. Summer.
– Carew Papritz –