Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?
It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen.
Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.
Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act. And yet, love, that’s where safety lives.
He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.
I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my head—the comfort that would’ve brought.