I suppose being alive is enough. But if anything, there is a dream I'd like to have again.

[I hate when people who work hard get nothing to show for it. No, the words aren't quite right... and she can't even remember where she should have heard them in the first place, or if they were just a feeling, just a judgment that once passed her by.]

From what I've observed, it wouldn't make a difference where I am. Everyone in this world is equally pathetic.

[She lets her mental voice crawl up his chest, his neck - until it pinches his ear.]

You couldn't ask me to stay with words. Just what do you want me to see that your mouth couldn't tell me?

[Does that mean she is agreeing to stay a little longer, to see exactly what it was he appealed to her? Or is she simply going where she was pulled?]