I was confused on what you meant by if you were curious as to whether I am similarly affected. I suppose you mean to the lyrics of the song? I felt like it so closely aligned with me it could only have been written for me by you. And if that is what you're asking, then the answer is so glaringly and undeniably "yes" my confusion must come from the thought it could be anything else.
But nothing affects me like the way your words do. I revised that paragraph I sent you a few days ago, so where it said, "I'm reflected in her eyes and his laugh," it's now, "I'm reflected in her words and his eyes." I think it's ultimately much more fitting for the both of you. You have no idea how grateful I am for you and every consoling word you give me. I can only assume how not-fun it must be to hear me be sad every day over people you never liked in the first place, over and over, year after year.
I'm learning not everybody I lose is a loss, and my recent distress entirely fails to compare to every moment we're not together. Those heartbeats are lacking in a universal way. From stardust to sawdust I know we are intrinsically linked. It almost feels wrong to say we're from the same meteor because we have such opposite yet parallel energies, more fitting that we are of the same supernova. I don't believe in starseeds, but you're reason to reconsider. There's something about you that every atom in my body is drawn to (I think the "something about you" is maybe every atom of you, too). When we fight it feels cataclysmic, but I don't think there's any other way for it to be when I feel I'm a first incarnation and you've existed since the start. We click in an incredible and rare way that sometimes feels a bit tectonic, but our love lives in North Dakota even if our emotions live in California.
But I'm getting all jumbled in my words and intentions and meanings, and I'm not sure anything I'm saying is making any sense. You're my reason to be in the poetry mood yet it's hard to execute because my brain isn't feeling well. This subject matter seems much less fitting in prose, but it's all I've got right now, kid. Before I get any more drawn out and confusing, let me just say I have no new songs to introduce to you like you did for me. But as with our time together mirroring every universal outcome to exist (What does that mean? I don't know. My psyche is rapidly deteriorating as I write this; It's got meaning I just can't deliver. Let's pretend it adds to my charm.) Here's what's on my mind for you, and excuse me if I'm bad with lyrics yet again, it's about feeling--
Pulaski at Night - Andrew Bird
Thinking Of You - Test Your Reflex
Sloppy Seconds - Watsky
Northern Downpour - Do I really need to?
