Whilst throwing around some rather incredulous words at people, i'd like to say:
People try to understand you, and they're trying to reach out for you. We are listening for solutions, and all the hanging cranes and cds and planes are only momentary lapses.
This is a letter to you, of impossible things to come. It's not a warning, or a welcome. It's not anything at all, but a smile.
Mixtapes and mash-ups are the only thing that matter to you, and that's what is so beautiful.
Just make sure that you're safe.
I just want you home, happy.
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