I hate that feeling of being so full that you feel like you're gonna burst, so I try not to do that.
Feel the rain on your skin, no one else can feel it for you.
As a teenager I had friends who had little music studios in their bedrooms and garages. I'd go and play around; very soon, my hobby became a passion.
The pen is in your hands, the rest is still unwritten.
I bruise easily so be gentle when you handle me.
Staring at the blank page before you, Open up the dirty window, Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find.