Dear Life,

I do not ask for much. But, please. Do not stifle creativity. Do not curb freedom. Do not choke love. Oh, and please allow more magical things like this to transpire:


(impatient children, the "high" of the song starts at 2:51...however, I suggest you start at the very beginning, press play, close your eyes and let good things happen to you)

Sincerely yours,
Slowly-losing-faith.