...and yet the air passes coldly and indifferent near me, carrying your scent no more...

I hate it when I'm right. I don't understand why it has to be this way... every time.
As scientists would say, the heart is only an organ that pumps blood and keeps us alive, therefore it is merely impossible that immaterial sensations could rise from it. Now I say, if that is so... why does it hurt so much exactly where the heart is situated, and no meds can calm that pain?... why do I feel like I want to rip my heart out?...

“I don’t know what to do. I only know that it’s taken me years to understand that life was pushing me in a direction I didn’t want to go in.”
‘You say people create their own reality,’ said Veronika, ‘but what is reality?’
Dr. Igor answered:
‘ It’s not necessarily the best or the most logical, but it’s the one that has become adapted to the desires of society as a whole. You see this thing I’ve got round my neck?’
‘You mean your tie?’
‘Exactly. A madman, however, would say that what I have round my neck is a ridiculous, useless bit of colored cloth tied in a very complicated way, and which makes it harder to get air into your lungs and difficult to turn your neck.
‘If a mad person were to ask me what this tie is for, I would have to say, absolutely nothing. The only really useful function a tie serves is the sense of relief when you get home and take it off; you feel as if you’ve freed yourself from something, though quite what you don’t know.
‘But if you answer ” a tie is a symbol of social status” you are normal. If you answer “a tie is a useless bit of colored cloth” you are mad’.
“You are someone who is different, but who wants to be the same as everyone else. And that in my view is a serious illness.” (Paul Coelho)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZ4iuDQAw5I