How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?

In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.

A thousand suns rise from my chest.

Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

The little things that happen. Sometimes they're insignificant; other times, they change everything.

Someone wake me when it's over When the evening silence softens golden Just lay me on bed of dover Oh, I need help with this burden "Hush

Traveling is not something you are good at. It is something you do. Like breathing.