If I said I love you you would think I'm weird I'm just trying to say I'm glad you are here in these troubled times to lend an open ear so I can shed feelings as if they were the tears of one's outpouring putting out the fire trying to catch on to my soul I know the cliche is old but I can't wait until hell freezes over fires not supposed to be cold and flames are too hot to hold it's like electricity it won't let go talkin to the mirror I am so grateful to share the fact that I care for everyone here