I cried, for I didn't think it could be true
That you and I might have always known one another
And that we could not only evoke, but conjure a place of our own
And that everywhere, that has ever existed
Is all in service of our dream
Now please, hear what I hear

Let me explain
This ugliness, this cruelty, this repulsiveness
It will all die out
And now, I cry for all that is beautiful

Let me explain

the beginning.

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓.

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.