| A Letter |
| will you come? and what will i say? "oh...i have been so distant...and unhappy" (like i could disappear). when i was a boy, i saw things that no one else could see. so why am i so blind at 22, to the hope that is all around me - filling up this room. on the road. on my own. waiting for the words to fall from your tongue, into my ears. when i was a boy, i could hear symphonies in seashells. so why am i so deaf at 22, to the sound of the driving snow that drives me home to you |