Thread the needle of this idea

A few weeks ago, I met a heroine of mine. Her name is Melissa Ferrick. She got me through college. After emotionally hairy days, I would seek refuge in my sanctuary, the library. While typing away, attempting to force some kind of exceptionally profound intellectual wordage on a page, my heart would be far from the words. Where was my heart, you may ask? with Melissa Ferrick's lyrics.

Later, when times were really rough and my emotive soul sat bleeding in the deepest, darkest pits of despair, pondering self, universe and the like, another heroine sat there with me. She explained with her lyrics that it is okay to take the longest way home. To use my words and not the decibel of my voice or my intellect to explain myself. She is one of a handful that taught me poetry. And I get to meet her tomorrow, and I'm not sure I have words to say. Actually, I'm kind of hoping I don't find the words because as we all know, that didn't really work out to my advantage with Melissa. But that is a story for a different day.

Wish me luck!