Dear man I haven’t met,

I want to gather your tired soul up, fill it with new music, feed it bits of articles from Readers Digest, cover it in low lighting and soothing tea until you feel refreshed.

I want to stretch my hands out and touch your fingertips. Remind you that you are not alone. Though, you need more good old fashioned sleep and less rush, rush, rush.

Just you, being you.

The way I like you best.