You’re looking at shapes in the clouds and you’re trying to turn them into things. And every time you do this you drag me into it too. Because - because you know I want to see them too. You know that I need to see them as much as you do. And every time I do…it breaks my heart into pieces all over again. I’m not as strong as you. I can’t survive in a nightmare the way that you do. I have to try and live.