Listening to nicks voice while under covers, speaking with radio sounds bleeding in. It feels like a dream and i slip away into a fugue slowly as i hear his gentle voice say ' so it's here that I'll sort of say goodnight, you know... Goodnight.' and there's the rarest of rare laughs but it seems so intimate and natural, like you are the only person privy to it. Its like a letter that reads itself. A ghost you feel so close to.
Why is it that i feel so much for spectres and shadows of human beings and not the real thing?
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