Hello again, old friend, it's been awhile since I thought I'd see you again. How cold has it been since last you saw warmth, since when? Since when? "I remember September, it felt as cold as I'd ever known. But there, at the end of the line; there, I felt alive." We speak in tongues, fill up our lungs, and say what lingers at the tip of our fingers. We were nothing but a dream in the reality of our skin. By the look in your eyes, you seemed satisfied, and it reminded me of what it's like to feel again. The tip of my tongue felt numb from all of the songs I'd sung. I'd told my story to everyone all in the hope of what was left of what was done. All these romantic semantics confuse me out of my blues. Part of me is still in pain, but part of me wants to try again. We speak in tongues, fill up our lungs, and say what lingers at the tip of our fingers. We were nothing but a dream in the reality of our skin. By the look in your eyes, you seemed satisfied, and it reminded me of what it's like to feel again. The words I write here are words that I fear: that with you, it's easy to feel this happy. I know better than this, I know better than to feel again. I'm scared to feel again, I'm scared to feel again, I'm ready to feel again. We speak in tongues, fill up our lungs, and say what lingers at the tip of our fingers. We were nothing but a dream in the reality of our skin. By the look in your eyes, you seemed satisfied, and it reminded me of what it's like to feel again.