dear silver soul

dear anyone, dear god, and dear me

have you the time to care? have you the heart to listen? have you the soul to be real, to be here, to sing with the rest of us? you forget that i am even here, but here i am, alone, yet with the entire world behind me. i remember what you thought i could never, and i have heard you when you thought i was deaf, and i have seen you when you deemed me too dumb and blind. it does not take an all-seeing eye to see what i need. to see what will keep me from leaving you. to leave you will not be to start anew; to leave you will mean i have given up on you. do not let this happen again. please, i love you mother, but what will i do when i cannot stand you any longer?

if i could write her a letter

dear victoria,

i think i just want to say thank you. thank you for giving us music that stays with us forever, wherever we go. i absolutely would have come out a different person from everything i've been through if beach house did not exist, and i would instead be the coldest, saddest, most pessimistic person in the world without you and alex. thank you for writing songs that sound like they would be the people who could have been there for me if they were people. we don't know each other, and i've never even been to a beach house show, but i think you two shaped me into who i needed to be when my mother only showed me who not to be. beach house has taught me how to love again, when to let go, and that it's not shameful to feel this way.