I hate the road so much. I almost go into a cocoon with my own people out there.
I'm a child of the woods. I have that sort of sensibility.
My upbringing made me think that real legitimate music is written, not heard
Lessons learned are like bridges burned you only need to cross them but once. Is the knowledge gained worth the price of the pain, are the spoils worth the cost of the hunt?
I wish I was a little more gregarious and outgoing
As we hang beneath the heavens, and we hover over hell, our hearts become the instruments we learn to play so well.