let me make your soul glow like it used to. let my own honesty be the light that passes through the glass windows of your emotions. let the shards of truth illuminate the doubts that you’ve been lugging for years. let me beam you up as i utter the unspoken words you’ve been dying to hear. let ourselves be like electric and magnetic field approaching together, producing our light of righteousness.

however, your disposition maybe different like an opaque object that won’t let my intentions to pass through at all. prolly like a translucent material that would pretend to listen to my confrontations and leave them misunderstood afterwards, or perhaps, as what i would like you to be, a transparent item that would wholly accept every flaw, every belief i have. you are so inconsistent that your persona may selectively absorb, reflect or scatter my light. i am aware that i will never know how you would respond on certain frequencies, but just be faithful, believe in my words, believe in me.