Don't let your luggage define your travels, each life unravels differently.

Scrape the grey sky clean. Realize every grey cloud is a smoke screen to blind us from the truth, and the truth is whether we see them or not the sun and moon are still there, and always there is light.

I was never meant to be this thing.

We so seldom understand each other. But if understanding is neither here nor there, and the universe is infinite, then understand that no matter where we go we will always be smack dab in the middle of nowhere. All we can do is share some piece of ourselves, and hope that it’s remembered. Hope that we meant something to someone

You see, the deaf have an intimacy with silence. It’s there in their dreams.

Don't let your luggage define your travels, each life unravels differently.

Scrape the grey sky clean, realize that every dark cloud is a smokescreen meant to blind us from the truth