Travelling is like a talent, like whistling or dancing. And some people have it.

But I'd do it again. I know that now. I'd make that promise a thousand times over and lose her a thousand times over to have heard her play last night or to see her in the morning sunlight. Or even without that. Just to know that she's somewhere out there. Alive.

These days, you’ve gotta milk a dollar out of every dime.

What's that sound I hear? It's just my lifetime It's whistling past my ear

Because if time can be fluid, then maybe something that is just one day can go on indefinitely

..all I left with was the magnitude of my mistake, of my missing you. And I have to watch you from this distance, watch you achieve your dreams, live what seemed like this perfect life.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.