pangea

I listened it first in a small apartman which is warn and peaceful. Where my years of adolescent would past.
Later In a bus, with full of people. My breath was leaving trace to window.
I was cold. My clothes weren't enough to protect me from the cold weather.
Still I didn't feel uncomfortable. Electronic lullabies were coming from my headphones...
Whenever the agony of loneliness hooks me,
Wheneever warmth of a pal, embraces me
I'll listen to you: Cicerone of communion.