Everything I Wrote Was True Because I

This Was A Manuscript Of The Night We Couldn’t Read.

It's Hard To Explain And Best Thing To Do Is Not Be False.

It’s Not That I Can’t Fall In Love. It’s Really That I Can’t Help Falling In Love With Too Many Things All At Once. So, You Must Understand Why I Can’t Distinguish Between What’s Platonic And What Isn’t, Because It’s All Too Much And Not Enough At The Same Time.

This Was Really The Way My Whole Road Experience Began, And The Things That Were To Come Are Too Fantastic Not To Tell.

It Was All Completely Serious, All Completely Hallucinated, All Completely Happy.