Thank You

For calling at midnight
And waking me up at 3 am again
For making the music that
You love so much; it really shows
For being the source of
Wrapping paper-ribbon entanglements

Will you grow with me as I learn more?

Or will we grow apart and find ourselves...
I don't know, but you will always remain alive
Alive within the mixed memories of eighteen years

For now, penetrate my catatonia
And let me find out some more
About the music, and about you and me
and
Everything in between

Thank You, for this year

Thank you so much