Now your pain is also mine.
"I love you, it's ruining my life"
I can say that about anyone close to me.
I am the Albatross,
I am the smallest man who ever lived.
You provide me with so many emotions. You teach me how to survive the pain and heal wounds.
You show me how to win with sadness.
I share my desk with you in The Tortured Poets Departments.
It's time for me to work on my own manuscript.
I think I can do it with a broken heart.
Perhaps my journey should begin in London.
I want so much to see you and to be able to say "so long, London".
And it's all still a mystery,
They see a smile, they think he is managing somehow.
But I have just learned to live like this, with the outpouring of emotions burning me from the inside like a lava.
In all this madness, I feel secure.
I have my world, I have my window with a view to the future.
And I can hear the wind and how the rain slaps against the window pane, like my favourite pills against a glass of wine.
The question is: Who's afraid of little old me?
Cassandra, Ribin, Peter, Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus?
I think it might be me.