Post by Youngdays on Apr 12, 2010 17:42:11 GMT 10
I may freak you out; and I don't particularly mind if you think I shouldn't send it to him but last night I was on a writing spree and in my half asleep state I produced a letter to Frank Woodley, here is how it goes:
Dear Frank Woodley,
I seem to understand you. I look at you and the vision pops right out.
I enjoy you, and I can see that you enjoy yourself too; to a certain existent.
When people ask you questions it's fun, they see you as something you don't believe you are though.
Oh do you really?
I bet you life is a blast but questions always go unanswered. You do worry just like everyone else. You find it hard to build trust.
What you see is what you get. The stage becomes a release and happiness dwells.
Offstage dwelling continues but you are reliant on something, not totally sure what though.
We get more then we see but we just don't know it, as youe eyes dart around the script is questioned.
I like you
Do I like myself?
Neither of us know
It is always mentioned, the past and you aren't sure if you like it, or if he likes it.
But you do like it. You feel different and celibate from it but at the same time the difference of it lingers.
Different = love but at the same time
It = love
You want to give the world love. Personal cost is irrelevant although personal love is total.
As I said. I enjoy you alot Frank Woodley. A fan of that eternity you give xx
Love from
(ma name)
Dear Frank Woodley,
I seem to understand you. I look at you and the vision pops right out.
I enjoy you, and I can see that you enjoy yourself too; to a certain existent.
When people ask you questions it's fun, they see you as something you don't believe you are though.
Oh do you really?
I bet you life is a blast but questions always go unanswered. You do worry just like everyone else. You find it hard to build trust.
What you see is what you get. The stage becomes a release and happiness dwells.
Offstage dwelling continues but you are reliant on something, not totally sure what though.
We get more then we see but we just don't know it, as youe eyes dart around the script is questioned.
I like you
Do I like myself?
Neither of us know
It is always mentioned, the past and you aren't sure if you like it, or if he likes it.
But you do like it. You feel different and celibate from it but at the same time the difference of it lingers.
Different = love but at the same time
It = love
You want to give the world love. Personal cost is irrelevant although personal love is total.
As I said. I enjoy you alot Frank Woodley. A fan of that eternity you give xx
Love from
(ma name)
