Por ahí Don Quijote tenía razón...

Perhaps if you could finally force me to love you... Things would be easier.

If I ever loved what I'm supposed to love, say, my mum, my age, my life, my quiet, peaceful, dull life where I'm asked to make no sacrifice and rewarded no adverture or honour, it would be easier... But I can't.


Sometimes it's easier to escpae into a good story, a book, a song... whatever gets deep withing your skin. those are easier to love...