Trains are all the ways you miss each other-wrong train, wrong tracks, wrong time.

Sometimes instinct can be wrong. But sometimes it can be right too. And sometimes you just have to take it on faith.

Some decisions are hard, some are easy, but either way it's our choices that matter. Who we chose to align with. What we choose to give in to. What we choose to resist. And most of all, who we choose to be. Because it is always our choice.

Standing up for what's right is a huge burden to bear. It's normal to have some doubt.

To come to peace with the moving on. It is a gift, in a way. We spend so much of our time fighting death, as we should. But sometimes the greatest gift we can give ourselves, and in turn the ones we love, is to know when to let go. To know when it is time—and to be at peace with that.

I don't need to be any place else, because the music takes me to the only place I want to be right now. To the place where I am and have always been wholly me, the only church I've ever belonged to, the only place I've ever prayed.

As you see, context is everything and nothing at the same time. Words stand alone and with each other.