Zhanar, if you're out there reading this... I don't know what else I can do to win you back. I've flayed my soul until there's nothing left but my true self; I've given up the obsession with becoming an artist that came between us; I've found a reason to live in each day so that I'm no longer empty and sour, and I've brought music into my life so that in some fantasy I can imagine us together, you with your dombra and me with my bass. You're my salvation in the land of the lost, my anchor, my buoy; I am drawn to you; you are my beacon. I need you to restore me; without you, there is no hope that anything in this life is loyal, and without some place to call home, whether it be in someone's heart or in a great, big house full of memories, there is no reason to thrive, and I'm reduced to an animal forced to survive.