Never quenched. Though I am doused in you, I burn.
Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.
Are you hurt?””Absolutely,” I said. “Especially in my everywhere.
Sharing silence between us. Sometimes is all you can share.
They were everything they ought to be and nothing else.
But I don’t believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.
Music sounds different to the one who plays it. It is the musician’s curse.
There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.
There is a great difference between being fearless and being brave.
I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.