Everything Else Happened - Why Not The

Words Never Mean What We Want Them To Mean.

And Here I Am, Instead Of There. I'm Sitting In This Library, Thousands Of Miles From My Life, Writing Another Letter I Know I Won't Be Able To Send, No Matter How Hard I Try And How Much I Want To. How Did That Boy Making Love Behind That Shed Become This Man Writing This Letter At This Table?

Try To Live So That You Can Always Tell The Truth.

In Truth I Was Manufacturing A Brick Wall Of Shits.

What Were We Spending So Much Time Doing If Not Getting To Know Each Other?