for you. (because using someone else's words is so much easier than sharing my own tonight)

don't be scared
by andrew bird



Whenever Paul thinks of rain, swallows fall in a wave and tap on his window with their beaks. whenever Paul thinks of snow, soft winds blow round his head and his phone rings just once late at night, like a once late at night, like a bird calling out, "wake up, Paul, don't be scared."
"Don't believe you're all alone."
"wake up, paul," whisper clouds rolling by and the seeds falling softly from the branches of the trees.