"My love,
We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Drunk up all the water and the
Blood,
We found each other
Hungry
And we bit each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us.

But wait for me,
Keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
A rose."

- Neruda

Nervous, heavy, spaced-out.

How many roads must I walk, before I'm called a woman?

I can't fall in love again. I have seen it, smelt it, drunk it and it's like alcohol, really.

When you are high, you are in Neverland.
When you are sober, baby, the same things are so annoying.

It's just a phase.

Let it be, let it be.

Goodbye?

When I closed my eyes
I were yours only
And you were mine


And coffee was brewing
In the kitchen
And the spider was weaving
And it was raining outside
And you wrapped me 
In a blanket and 
Kissed my eyes
And sang to me
And said you'd cook tonight
And we'd go for a walk
In the evening


And when I opened my eyes,
Baby, you were a stranger
Strangely.
Your eyes were somewhere else
Your smile was sad.

Finally, I feel completely alone. I am starting to be okay with it.

It is growing on me.