I Found My June.

Like our John before
I found my other me
That makes no doubt
No doubt at all

True Love Waits.

You'll study so far away from here now.

[ - Good Moon non-stop in my ears - ]

And I've never
seen you for real.
Just virtual relations.
Or some cam.

I am maybe jealous
of this new life.
Or maybe sick.

Truth is buried in love.
My love for you ?
Maybe, surely !

You will never visit me.
And live your new daily.
Live your new daily.

I just want one more song
The one which remind you to me
You to me

Maybe to be happy.
Maybe.

Happiness no longer lives without you.
Illness appears.
Lonelyness appears.

Is this a song?
Maybe our song?
I hope not.
Not this sad one

I'll stop writing
When I'll be happy.

My last song is near
Maybe nearer than ever
I'll write it for you

It will be the last one
Maybe
Maybe the last

Sure I will
Sure I'll go
Sure I've ill
Sure I'm now

I love you
Or love I
Always you

I'll wait you
Not hate you

'Cause true love waits.
'Cause fuel loves war

This is my plea of love.


I am STIEG.

Dear friend who killed me.

I know you will read this soon.
I wish you to live the nicest life ever.
Without me is your choice.

I think you were maybe too young, you cannot follow my trips and thought.

My only advice :
Protect you from your friends because they will never protect you from your future.

I still love you. Until the end.


I am STIEG.


Song : Suspiria - Argento.

Last night in Liège.

This moment when you're drinking one awesome brandy with great friends when the most beautiful person on Earth walks next to you.
One shy kiss, a few words shyly pronounced, and nothing else.

It's my daily life...

All my love is so painful.

I don't know what to think. Give me a sign. Please.

I cannot be Stieg without you.

Manque profond

Les jours s'écoulent, la vie normale ne me manque pas, ou presque. Si il y a bien une seule raison qui me donne envie de rentrer, c'est elle.
Tout ce que je voudrais partager avec elle ici.. Tout ça fini par me hanter. Rendre fou.

Le train démarre dans 3 jours, même si cet écrit ne sera publié qu'à mon retour... Je reviens.

C'est court mais ça témoigne d'un manque profond de cette tendresse naturelle, celle qui me berce.

Stieg.