[Kim]

there's no sound so profound it can't even be heard. No silence or violence that can't be disturbed. So just say it, convey it, sing out like a bird. If it's secret, I'll keep it. I give you my word. Even though I know it don't make any sense, I'm in love with your every irrelevance. Catharsis? My arse is capable of more flush. And exposure just for "closure' won't accomplish much. And if these loose words go unheard, what's it matter to us, because we're friends and in essence, it's all about trust. And all at once life's richness and consequence was there in your every irrelevance. Even though I know it don't make any sense, I'm in love with your every irrelevance.