"Perfect for a drive or a stay at home candle light dinner. Perfect for writing, reading or painting something mate or shimmer. Perfect for just laying in bed while the sound of the rain soothe your red soul, It's music. It's almost therapeutic; and also sad because it's perfectly bad, for missing the people you've lost and replaying the memories that haunt you. Perfect for wars, wildflowers and hopes preserved and contained in jars, to be set free. Perfect for glee. Perfect for the seed that blooms as last year the rest went up in fumes."