It's correspondence. It's my nature to over give. Or, more aptly, to go all in. If it's water you need, I will be the rain. If it's warmth, I can morph into the sun. Do you need strength? Let me carry you and all your burdens to your destiny. Are you weary of this life? I am the softest bed of roses for your closing eyes. It's fun to believe I do this because I can and for no other reason