Friday, February 24, 2012


Hey, friend.
Dear friend,

I wish you would just come over to my house right now and play "Mad World" and I could just sit under the piano while you play and it wouldn't matter.
It wouldn't matter that it's 1:10 in the morning.
It wouldn't matter that we have school tomorrow or that your dad would probably kill you if you came over right now.
I'd just sit and listen and you'd just sit and play.
In this ideal world, it would be fantastic.
All that woul be would be the piano and the music and me and you.
Kind of like some older times.
The whole rest of the world would just stop for a while.
And then I'd be more than just okay.

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