I Can Only Hold On To The

It Made Me Start To Wonder If There Were Other People So Lonely So Close. I Thought About “eleanor Rigby.” It’s True, Where Do They All Come From? And Where Do They All Belong?

It Was Getting Hard To Keep All The Things I Didn't Know Inside Me.

She Was So Beautiful, Like Someone Who You Will Never Meet, But Always Dream Of Meeting, Like Someone Who Is Too Good For You.

It Was Terrible. All Of The Things We Couldn't Share. The Room Was Filled With Conversations We Weren't Having.

She Laughed Enough To Migrate An Entire Flock Of Birds. That Was How She Said Yes