
I'm always thinking, dammit. Thinking about wanting things, wishing things.
Constantly wanting to meet ya 'n love ya. And I don't even know ya.
Writing in another language won't change a thing, I know, but it feels safer. Safer from harm.
I think about these things and I don't know why.
I wanna share these things and I don't know why.
I wanna hide and keep away these things at the same time and I still don't know why.
Calling all nations out there, I suppose.
[ photo by Samuel Bayer ]

