To Those It May Concern

To those it may concern                                                                              02/03/13

How do we come to view one another? Who sees the love inside, or the darkness? Who sees it in us? I ask you. What we truly are and the beauty within, it feels like it reaches few. It's all possible. Does it happen though? What are those ones looking for? What and how do they see? Many questions we could throw out there, into the midst of the madness. I want to ask no more questions, just mull it over. The drug pool of love, the surrounding pools. We get lost, we break inside, showing nothing out here. I wonder who cares amongst you. I think it makes it hard, to have to guess. To see no signs at all. To constantly have to try the mathematics when no equation seems to fit. Maybe it is just to give it meaning if and when someone arrives and finally takes a look, or is compatible with your character even, to just open up your soul like a book and see every word inside. It's harrowing and majestic all at once. One set of eyes, they see it. Truly they do. Make magic in front of me, watch me cast my spell, together some unfathomable thing. Just a thing. Like heaven, is just a thing. Something like that. I want to say more, but nobody likes to receive neverending mail. So, maybe it will be continued, and maybe I will forget it all within minutes and move on to the next topic.
Please feel free to join my sordid little envelope.

Your sincerely,

Whatever you fucking want me to be