The Sound Of The Radio

So, I Looked Up, And We Were In This Giant Dome Like A Glass Snowball, And Mark Said That The Amazing White Stars Were Really Only Holes In The Black Glass Of The Dome, And When You Went To Heaven, The Glass Broke Away, And There Was Nothing But A Whole Sheet Of Star White, Which Is Brighter Than Anything But Doesn't Hurt Your Eyes. It Was Vast And Open And Thinly Quiet, And I Felt So Small.

And We Could All Sit Around And Wonder And Feel Bad About Each Other And Blame A Lot Of People For What They Did Or Didn’t Do Or What They Didn’t Know. I Don’t Know. I Guess There Would Always Be Someone To Blame.

You Get The Right Collection Of People Together And You Get The Atmosphere Together That It Is Very Free Where There Is No Judgment. If You Create An Atmosphere That Is Very Open You Steer The Ship.

I Wish I Could Stop Being In Love With Sam. I Really Do.

If You Care About Somebody, You Should Want Them To Be Happy. Even If You Wind Up Being Left Out.