Doubt is part of searching. Same as faith.

Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?

No one is who they pretend to be

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my head—the comfort that would’ve brought.

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

Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.

Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you.