Music, and art for that matter, to me is not about true meaning to anyone else but yourself. If I told you the meaning of it all from my point of view it would erase the intimacy of art. I feel like art is up for interpretation, so if I told you my meaning, how could you truly relate it to anything that “you” personally are going through?? That is the beauty of art and music in particular

The what-if's and the should-have's will eat your brain.

Home isn’t really a place. It’s the people who makes it what it is. I have a great home.

...I seem to want the things I can't have. Occasionally, when something is finally attainable, the chase appears to be over and the fire burns out.

Life is more fragile and precious than I can comprehend, but believe me, I'm trying.

Hate is just a form of criticism. You can never truly grow as a person until you’ve taken everything the world can throw at you. Sometimes you just have to let it hit you and move on

Give yourself some credit for the work you put in with your own two hands. But remember to never forget the people and things that have helped you along the way.