Stevie Wonder Makes Me Cry

I love Stevie Wonder. He's pure genius. When my brain is a container of mixed up thoughts I listen to Stevie and he will clear up my messy and over-indulging self.

He's my prozak, my anti-depressant. My pro bono shrink. He lifts up my spirits and brightens my mood. Even his saddest songs can bring my spirits to float, like in a magic castle, walking on a carpet of clouds. And they make me cry, though tears of joy. His music is a combination of poetry and philosophy, like a modern day Kahlil Gibran. Who can sing.

I love Stevie. He makes me smile, he makes me laugh, and he makes me cry.