If this turns out to be SOMETHING… Dear love, see: I don’t know what it takes to be awake in the lonesomeness of the night, but I do know, for real, that — one could be wrong, anyway — the sound of the voice of your innermost feelings is as familiar, to me, as the size of my ears. When you get this message, write me back but, I beg your indulgence, keep the later to Your Self.