A song of blood and fire...

You must give up the life you had planned, in order to live the life that's waiting for you.

I think being a dreamer has been my downfall. I dream without limitations, without burden or prejudice. I dream of everything and of everyone. As I take different forms and establish a different life within these dreams, I start to forget what is real and what isn't. It has dawned upon me that I dream more than I actually live. And that, I realised, has led me down a road I never wanted to take. It has taken me here, to this place where I'm not living the dream, but the dream is living me.

I needed to know that I meant something to you, anything really. Yet what I got was worse than nothing - it was your absolute minimum. And it's far more dire, because that means you did it intentionally, you did it to get rid of me. It's funny, the things you begin to understand when someone walks away. At first you feel as if it was your fault. You feel like nothing, and that you're so close to falling apart. Then in time you come to the realisation that you did nothing wrong. Friends are like trees. If you hit them with an axe too many times, they're bound to fall over.

There's a reason I always said I would end up by myself. And it wasn't because I thought I would be happy alone, it's just that I think if I really loved someone, and then it wouldn't work out, I would break apart. It's easier to be alone, because what if I learn that I need love, but I don't get it? What if I learn to lean on it, what if I like it, what if I shape my life around it, then one day it just disappears? I could never survive that kind of pain. It's like dying, only death ends. But this kind of agony, it could go on forever...

Še mal, še mal bolj dol, 
sam še mal bolj dol.