If there were no words at all, everything would remain the way it is. Everything is getting cold, and is precisely because nothing amusing has been said, nor done, rituals go circular. Space is filled with non-stopping empty bullshit. Soon I'll start shivering. In my mind I leave, to warmness and comfort. To what once was and now seems to dissapear when I think of the time that has passed and the bound between us. shhhi