If my life story was made into a film, "Napoleon on the Bellerephone" would be a featured song. It's the last scene, and it's like the bittersweet ending that leaves you walking away with a heavy heart and a crystal-clear mind. And the girl who plays me, she's sitting and smiling on a train, all by herself, but she's also crying in her bed. And on the train is victory, but in her bed, defeat. The sun pours into her compartment, and the rays excite electrons as though she were a flower. But inside her bed, the covers are suffocating and her chest will never rest. If the scene would flash back and forth, and if this song was playing, it would be like the neutralization of every reaction you make to life and what it throws at you. And you could ride the middle like it's the place you love, because the highs are good in doses and the lows will dig your grave. You are the world and you never knew it. You are everything you see and everything you feel, everything you taste and everything you hear. Let it be the wheels of a train beneath you and the hand of someone you love, reaching inside you and praying that you bloom.
