hands tied.

"Someone should tell you, the bridges most often travelled are the soonest to collapse. And whether structural or hereditary, those same bridges, once fallen or falling, take many down with them. And that every Casagemas must eventually say "I've had enough of this life and this love." Every Casagemas whispers himself to sleep with "Tomorrow is the end, I have had my-- I have had my fill"."


This dejected lack of language from within weighs heavy.