Dear Neverfly.net,

You don’t even exist.

When someone decides to buy you, tell them – “watch me point to the sky. You’ll laugh and say I’ll never fly”. You’ll know. And if they don’t, they’ll be confused. Slip Like Space.

For the small time I had those ideas and a loon registered neverfly.org – I honestly wanted to cradle you in my little hands and dream upon more than that reuniting of Armor For Sleep, which shall never happen.

For neverfly.com already existed and now I sit in Dear Agony (thank you Vicky), torn up. It’s amazingly evil when something causes you to turn away from something you initially wanted.

I’m sorry I’m so confused. Yeah, I’d get you… but there’ll be a day when I might regret it because of the others.

I sort of sit and wait for the little stealer to show us what they’ve got. Curiously, I just sit and wait…

You’ve got to help me out… even though you may never be born, try and bring forth to me something that will reincarnate your non-existence, by way, shape or form of Armor For Sleep.

If someone grabs a hold of you…. you’re in Somebody Else’s Arms… pray tell, that that someone loves you.

Yours sincerely,

Georgina