I am a solitary person.
A woman of shadows and low tones.
I leave most of myself to myself,
And my heart I have housed in a shell.

So when I tell you what I feel, I'm not ready.
but I am drowning, or falling in love.
Both times, a gruelling affair.
below, the ocean, deep, out of air.

Close to death, in the paralyzing cold,
I never put words to it otherwise.
So believe me when I say I am trapped.
I could...