Náufragos por la ciudad.

She walked away in time
She walked a crooked line
So gracefully she turned her head
And smiled, away...

This song leaks out onto the pavement

These...

These days are the saddest days I've ever lived.

Not lived. Felt. Emotionally.

I feel sad, like something that echoes in the background of my day from the moment I wake up till the moment I go to sleep.

Don't get me wrong. I do almost a normal dull life. But even when I'm having fun, when I'm high, or drunk. I'm sad.

Anxiety. Tears. Memories. Pain. Sleepless. Drugs.

Blue is not the warmest color.

Maybe it's time to stop swimming.