what are you feeling?
do you feel anything?
If you’re in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark…
I’m mutilated without you, my love. It’s not exactly painful, but it’s sad. In the whole world, there’s only you who count for me.
I feel dissipated and aimless for some reason. Then it’s you being away—I am at the mercy of people, of moods, feel lonely, like something pitiable which can’t make its wants known.