A little bubble. So frothy and ebullient.
You still cannot fill something with more than it can hold. Eventually it will crack or over float. And look, so immense and heavy i've become.
Why did he fill me with tears instead of bliss?

From time to time i get sad about things that rests in someone else's hands. Things I can do nothing, but anything about.

At other times i get sad because of Nino. His usual enthusiastic voice is now only him, a little higher on apathy, and I can no longer be used.
Not today. Not for a very long time.
But sure, i'll be standing free from questions when you come back for a night.

Many say felicity is so light, you will rise on it. I so do hope, one day I will cross a sincere. He could let me fly.
But who has that much pity?