Hopefully, my tears are worth something to the outside world.

I used to find places in high school and college, empty rooms or spaces with pianos. Instead of going to a party, I'd play alone for hours. It became my buddy.

I treasure my mornings. I get up early and ignore everything work-related for the first few hours. It's just me and my coffee addiction.

It's easy for me to be vulnerable and craft songs when I'm being a hermit in my woods loft, secluded. When I get attention for it, whether it's on stage or in life - I have sort of a love-hate relationship with all of it. That makes me feel really stark naked.

I'm a big believer that there's a reason for everything. I'm a hopeless optimist.

What tries to break us is endlessly fascinating to me. Joy is a whole different game to express.

In love relationships, there's such intimacy, and the potential to be the most vulnerable and honest and raw with another person. Why can't we have that transparency with everyone in our lives and reach that higher connection?