I once held my entire soul inside my lungs for a three hour drive. If I let it slip out I knew it would fall on my heart and break it.
Then when I got home and let my heart break, I slept for hours.
I wish I had sleep. My soul is cold. It takes an incredible amount of energy to keep breathing when your soul is cold, as mine is. And everyone wants me to keep breathing so I have to do it. But my soul is so cold.