Travels with my broken heart. My. Me. Travelling, moving carrying the weight of it. Of this. It gets heavy. It gets heavier. Moving. Weighing me down. Fix me, fix me, there are no listeners. I cry again. Still none. No hand to hold, no warmth. The land is all pale.

Travels with my broken heart. My. Me. Travelling, moving carrying the weight of it. Of this. It gets heavy. It gets heavier. Moving. Weighing me down. Fix me, fix me, there are no listeners. I cry again. Still none. No hand to hold, no warmth. The land is all pale.