My last resort. My magical, musical, colorful, meaningful shelter. Thank you for all the pictures you placed in my head through your music. Thank you for reminding me of the spaces between friends. Thank you for trying to break through the wall (I will never find out if you actually managed). And telling me the true story about dogs. Thank you for welcoming me to the machine and the cigar. The high hopes. For giving my feelings a name.
Together we stand, united we fall.
Forever and ever.