Always...

I never feel like what I'm going to say is right. I'm afraid of what I think and what I want to say. When I'm over that fear, I no longer know what I want to say, and when I don't have that fear, I don't have anything to say. Nothing I say is ever righter than the wrong you've grown so accustomed to loving already, and nothing is ever wronger than the exact same charming incoherant phrases I spew when I lack anything to finish my thoughts.
Oh my dear, there is so much I wish I could say to you if I could only think of it when I'm not afraid of what I might say. I wish I could have a chance to take a chance that I wouldn't fear so much that I forget it when the bravery arrives to speak up.
I wanna say things I can't comprehend or understand in ways that are beyond my vocabulary and all of my synonyms. With so few antonyms, I can't even begin to describe it with oppositions, as it will only understate what I wish I could hope to say.
Its so far from me, I can only wish I could wish for it...but I know its there.

Shine brightly my star,
Always...shine brightly...
So that you may guide me home...
Guide me home to you...