Lendemain de veille de lendemain [ou, J-1]

Ca y est.
Dans 14h, je mets les pieds sur le sol tchèque. Un mois de cours, en espérant pouvoir parler tchèque convenablement après, en espérant me spécialiser dans la bouffe grasse et panée [après un mois, la bouffe tchèque, je me doute que je ne pourrai plus la voir en peinture], en espérant faire des rencontres enrichissantes qui me feront oublier, rien qu'un peu, que je flippe complètement à l'idée de ce voyage.

Un mois sans mon chéri, ça semble insurmontable, même si avant lui j'ai parfois attendu bien plus longtemps que ça, je ne m'en sens plus capable... Mais je n'ai pas vraiment le choix. Donc je pars, la tête pleine de souvenirs de ces derniers jours, en espérant tenir le coup aussi, le plus longtemps possible.

*scared yet impatient*

Get a grip

I'm thinking about you all the time
Is it the howl of the devil or a sound divine?
I know it's wrong but I know it's right
I gotta get a grip on you somehow

I spend my days and I spend my nights
Going over every second of the time we had
Going over the scenes
Going over the dreams
But tripping over all the edges of reality

I'm thinking about you all the time
But it don't do me no good,
It puts my love on the line

It's something in the air
It feels cold as ice
I guess that every time you play
You gotta pay the price

I'm thinking about you all the time
Who are you anyway? You precious ghost of mine
I hope that when you leave I will survive
But today I feel like drowning in a sea of wine

I know it sounds bizarre but that's the way it is
I dread the moment I will call you for another kiss
I never ever had a doubt about the life I lead
But since we met I can't help wondering if that's all I need

The apples and the pears they taste so good
The summer's coming up and it will do me good
The birds are singing in the trees
All that's lacking is a little bit of inner peace

I'm thinking about you all the time
But I don't really know why, it's an emotional crime
I gotta get back to where I was before
But when I get there, all I do is think some more

I'm thinking about you all the time
Is it the howl of the devil or a sound divine?
I know it's wrong but I know it's right
I gotta get a grip on you somehow
I gotta get a grip on you somehow
I gotta get a grip on you somehow

Ca dit tout.
Peut-être même trop?

(Zita Swoon - Thinking about you all the time)