Sometimes we need to be alone, to be with our thoughts, our memories. Sometimes it's good to remember, even if it hurts or makes us cry.

Sometimes our bedroom floors are the places to be, we lay, we listen, we write, we live. We know we're alive, we embrace that.

There's things we do to bring ourselves back, to keep our feet on the ground, our heads out of the clouds, our minds from being lost. We listen to our favourite albums, we draw, we think about the things that make us smile. Rituals in the loosest terms, special things we do, things that stop the darkness, ease the pain.

Things that keep us alive.