don't bat away, or try to hide whatever it is that you're all the sudden so afraid of showing.
it's not magic. nor coincidence.
some things just are.
I'll write pages and pages of songs,
I'll cover thousands of canvases with colour,
I'll drive hundreds of miles to take you places,
I'll not speak, to simply hear you breathe.
In this time we have, let it become everything we hoped it to be.
Digital, obsolete. So many ways to paraphrase to pair a phrase.
Analogue, obstacle. I'm going with legacy, on this one.
You'll find me on the grid, moving steadily, but slow enough that you can catch up.
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