Imogen Heap makes me cry.
She writes fairly happy, positive songs, but I cry because she's so alien from the rest of the world. She writes intelligent songs, in intelligent ways, and she expresses complex feelings, and I know how lonely that made me, when nobody understands you but yourself, and your best company is just you. She's a flower blooming in smog - a gift the world doesn't even deserve.
Anonymous2019-12-06 11:13:46No. 4057
I can't imagine not being special, but at the same time we're so weird. We're little aristocrats at the busstop. We're too big to fit into the mold of humanity.
We're not even fully human; we are drug addicts - part biological and part chemical. ...and Imogen is part technological, I guess. :P
...so what even are we? Little sprites?