the trick is to keep breathing

and... we're BACK.

The same issues. My issues? Ours?

And all I do is wonder... if it's really ... worth it. All of it.

And I wonder ... why all I feel is cold. Inside. Outside.

Quando o quarto se esvazia, tudo o que sinto é frio. Não somente do ar gélido que vem da rua.

Mas de dentro. Ausência de sentimentos. Ou excesso. Paralisante. Insuportável.

I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She'll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She'll hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me

…

And she does. She always has, always will.

And I'm grateful for it.

…

but when I'm asleep

I want somebody

who will put their arms around me

and kiss me tenderly