I would have liked to say hello to him too

I had been outside all day, trying to find inspiration for my new music. But nothing worked, no words came to mind.

How am I going to do it?, I thought, am I going to succeed in making this album?

The light wind caressed my cheeks as I stood in front of the cafe, letting my thoughts wander into the twists and turns of the past.

The impulsive decision to leave the house had brought a wave of excitement, but now an unexpected melancholy had taken hold of me.

Lost in my thoughts, I walked along the street, letting my worries swallow me up little by little. The noise of the city seemed distant as I drifted away into my dark thoughts.

Suddenly, a light tap on my shoulder woke me from my torpor. I turned around abruptly to find myself facing the man I had met in this cafe a few days ago.

-It's been a long time

His warm smile welcomed me, but as soon as our eyes met, a pang in my heart came over me. I then remember this girl who accompanied him that day, the obvious complicity between them. A surge of jealousy invades me.

-Sorry, I have to go, I replied, stepping back.

Without another word, I averted my gaze from his and made the decision to leave. I didn't want to see him again, didn't want to face this reality that hurt me. So I started running. I quickly walked away, leaving this man behind.

-Hey!, he tried to stop me, I don't even know what your name is

The return journey seemed endless. The streets passed by under my feet, but my mind was elsewhere.

Arriving home, I stopped running out of breath before hoisting myself through the window of my bedroom on the second floor using the clothing rope I had made. Arriving in my room, I lay down on my bed, staring into space, desperately trying to escape the pain that was gnawing at me.

Then, like a breath of fresh air, inspiration hit me. Lyrics of music came to my mind, soft and melancholic. Without thinking, I began to hum, letting the words flow from my lips like a river of emotion.

I jumped up andcaught my songbook, frantically searching for a pen.

~ Bad date, bad vibes

I'm tired of all these headaches,

Of all my regrets,

I'm thinking about giving up~

-What could I add? I said to myself, biting my pen.

Carried away by the music ringing in my head, I felt the words spilling out of my own mouth.

~Coming home from the bar late at night,

While I'm crying in the backseat,

I want us to argue,

That you explain to me,

But you drive without saying anything like ,

you're tired of hearing me cry~

 Is noted each verse with obsessive precision, letting my heart guide my pen.

Hours passed without me realizing it. When I finally stopped writing, my bed was littered with loose papers.

Tired by the intensity of my emotions and the flood of creativity that had invaded my mind, I finally fell onto my bed, among the scattered leaves. The softness of the sheets and the accumulated fatigue quickly swallowed me up.

In my restless sleep, the words of my song still resonated, like a distant echo of my state of mind. Fleeting images danced behind my closed eyelids, a chaotic mix of memories and illusions.

Disturbing dreams came to visit me, mixing past and present, hopes and fears. But in the middle of this whirlwind, a sweet melody was heard, lulling my tormented soul.

1st music from Huyn's renaissance album called "Green Eyes":

~Bad date, bad vibes

I'm tired of all these headaches, of all my regrets,

I'm thinking about giving up,

Coming home from the bar late at night,

While I'm crying in the backseat,

I want us to argue,

That you explain to me,

But you drive without saying anything like you're tired of hearing me cry,

No star is present to light my path

Difficult to love,

When no one guides me,

But when you think about it,

No one dares to tell me that maybe it's not the right one when the commitments are made,

Whiskey, boxed wine

I promised it would be different this time

Tangled in your green eyes,

I just wanted to feel alive,

But baby, it's not like they said~