When I was talking with an old friend, I remembered some moments from our past. I had blocked all those feelings. The only remains where ghosts of love, incomplete silhouettes that made me get a very little glimpse of what it felt like. And they all escaped; they all came out rushing. It felt very good. It’s as if I had completely sealed that kind of emotions. Now I get why people can’t live without them.

Should I make them go to sleep again, or keep them awake?