I'll probably be repeating what everyone else has said, but it's about loneliness, and the wanting and yearning and inability that comes with it. The hope that someone will just pick you up and make you safe, not lonely anymore. Wishing foolishly that someone would swoop down with some saving grace, and somewhere knowing it's impossible, but holding onto that slim chance with all the hope a lonely person can have.
I'll probably be repeating what everyone else has said, but it's about loneliness, and the wanting and yearning and inability that comes with it. The hope that someone will just pick you up and make you safe, not lonely anymore. Wishing foolishly that someone would swoop down with some saving grace, and somewhere knowing it's impossible, but holding onto that slim chance with all the hope a lonely person can have.