That's exactly it—I am crazy sad, and somewhere deep inside, all I want is to fly.
But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?
And why do English people sound smarter than the rest of us? Like they should be awarded the Nobel Prize for a simple greeting?
How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?
And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks.
I don't know how the heart withstands it.