My Music Has To Do With Beauty,

You're One Microscopic Cog In His Catastrophic Plan.

Everyone Wants To Feel That They Matter.

It Was About The Preciousness Of That, And How They Viewed Those Birds As Art, As Something Valuable. I Didn't Care One Way Or Another Back Then, But Now, Thinking About My Grandparents - Who Are Still Alive But Getting Older - I See The Birds As Sort Of Time Capsules. Now I Go Home During The Holidays And They Hold A Lot Of Weight In Terms Of Nostalgia And Memory. Now They Mean Everything.

Polly Jean, I Love You. I Love The Texture Of Your Skin, The Taste Of Your Saliva, The Softness Of Your Ears. I Love Every Inch And Every Part Of Your Entire Body. From Your Toes And The Beautifully Curved Arches Of Your Feet, To The Exceptional Shade And Warmth Of Your Dark Hair. I Need You In My Life, I Hope You Need Me Too.

I Have To Be Able To Pull You In. How Can I Diversify My Audiences? What Role Do I Have To Play To Be Part Of That Shift? I Have To Take That Seriously.