Dear Pink Floyd,
This album has lived rent free in my head since I was 4, Clinging to it like a infant to his mother, it’s a comfort only known by the broken , the mourning and forgotten, like a familiar voice, telling me it’ll be alright and to just wait out the storms, which I have continued to do so time after time, thank you from the bottom of my wretched soul for soothing the voices on the darkest of days