"Dead" it's empty here The days are longer but somehow darker and I feel as if i'm always counting mood swinging like a pendulum a centimeter above my head out of body... but I don't like what I see find it hard to take what I hover above and a little voice says that I should get out more maybe pick up some DVDs from the library and cry with the stars discreetly in my own surroundings pick the scene that moves me the most and play it again and again but I just can't get back there...