...no way through it but through it," I tell myself.

Something given, something taken away. Does it always have to work like that?

The politeness was painful. I wanted to push through it, to return to the glow of the night of the concert, but I was unsure of how to get back there.

We can change in one day. We can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in one day.

All relationships are tough. Just like with music, sometimes you have harmony and other times you have cacophony.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.

You don’t share me. You own me.