
If the air ever pushes its luck, if it dares to get between me and you, I will cut it, kill it and let it bleed blue.
I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.