If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?

You have a heart of gold and I am kneeling in your bloodstream panning for the only thing that has ever felt like home.

I don't believe we're hateful. I think mostly we're just asleep, but the math adds up the same.

Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.

You are not weak just because your heart feels so empty.

...And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards. Everyone knows what you’re against; show them what you’re for.

This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down.