If nothing is true, what more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you.-

I don't think this is going to work. I think this is going to hurt. I think I'm scared.
I don't care, anyway, I never believed in 'forever and always', so here I am, with you, enjoying the trip and not trying to see what happens next.

I'm not in the mood to be b r e a t h i n g.

"I was such a better person than I am now. I was happy, I was open, I was curious. But I’ll tell you this: I knew when it was ending. I was overwhelmed with sadness when I realized I was going to change, and it was most likely going to get worse. Like a nostalgia for the present. I couldn’t shake it."

George Zinavoy, The Art Of Getting By.

Voy a quemar la piedra de tu locura,
así no hay amargura y se va el dolor.-