Maybe my life will be like this, there won't be surprises, there won't be too many surprises, it will still be those people, those things, and that endless song, maybe there will be no throbbing in my heart, maybe that will be it, crawling and growing in the cracks and hardships, and the sunshine I absorb is not enough to warm myself. Maybe one day I will feel that myself, if I am, is really ridiculous.