We are all islands. So here is what I want. I want to be a box. I want to be a box of angels and light rain and strawberry shortcake. I want my box to touch people and I want people to touch my box. Wait, that came out wrong. Whatever. I want to be a box. That's all I want.
Are you guys whispering reassurances to me? Because I can't hear you. I'll assume you are.
Now it's your turn to communicate your vision to me. I'd like to really hear your deepest core inside. Go ahead.
You want enormous pink sails and a 'Running Wild' t-shirt? Yeaaah.