I know we've never met and you'll probably never read this. There are certain things your voice does to me, it makes me feel the ground and sky again. How sad it is when you spill your guts on the paper. It only neglects you and never relieves.
All day your songs spin me into a romance repeatedly to the sky. Scream over and over again repeatedly to the sky.
Hate that I'm never certain of what needs what most.