The artist doesn´t create.
He feels.
The artist doesn't shape reality.
He molds.
The artist doesn't pretend to know what's real and what's a dream, he breaths light in and let light come out as he gently offers his body and soul to a greater process: the process of art.
Let me tell you, Mr. Frusciante, of the beautiful and amazing things you have opened my eyes and heart for. Let me touch your heart the way you've touched mine and even if you're not reading this, it doesn't really matter because what's thrown into your frequency will be grasped anytime soon...
The human being you are is a great exemple of - what we all should know by now- what an angel is like. Your wings are the sounds you produce. Your caring is the words you emit. The visual idea of what an angel looks like can be seen by the shape of your eyes, humble and perfectly round eyes that can speak so much more than any other human being on the face of earth - probably because for some reason I truly believe you're an angel waiting for everyone to know the truth about you.
I want to thank this force in you, this power that moves through you and that you so wisely let speak through you for it has saved me countless times.
You and your friends, you and your own true beautiful self are all one, and you all have made me a little better, for sure.
It might not mean much but it means to me.
Thank you. Thank you again for your kindness.
And if you ever feel bad about anything again just don´t hesitate to remember you're a true candle lit up in the darkness to me and to many other truthfully respectful bunch of people that deserve to feel your love around them.
Dear John, be happy for that’s what a real beautiful heart like yours deserve.
