Hi, you know, I would have never thought I'd understand you. To see the pain in lust and existential rush of love you saw in so many of us. Oh how it's wondrous, visually voluptuous with a sound so thunderous it's enveloped in presumptuous and you've seen it in all of us. I never thought I would be looking into space for something so down to earth, deep in dirt laying stiffly in a casket completely inert. If only you were around to teach us things you'd enjoy brought to you by hands that were made to destroy caused by a fraction of your impaction but I can't blame anyone but myself for I am in control of my own actions. I used to believe to be nothing but a dandelion seed, regaled by the eerie poised meadow and the ambient infidelity. Following your shadow was like slipstreaming...