Explanations; In every day that I speak and every day that I hear myself thinking I just keep on finding that words are impossible. Yet they hold so much possibility inside and that's something I see now even more. What I take from this is at least I can try.
So now I'll try, So if you just could listen, (Not that it's ever been a task to make you listen to the things I say) When I tell you this one thing: Never do I leave it long because I long to leave. This is something you really have to know. (I'm not entirely sure that this makes much sense at all)
But, little stranger, I think you know it now, In some kind of way, And mostly I think that because somehow everything is strange now. 'Little stranger'; Less little than me, but somehow equally as strange. Everything is strange now but it all makes more sense that way.
(A part I separated from an old draft, not great but owellllll)