I don’t want to be a person with full hands, resting from dreams, but a person full of dreams unable to rest his hands.

Though I may not flow where the wind guides me, I won’t become still water.

What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?

It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.

The musician and the listener. If this is love between two strangers watching each other from afar, that rough, burning moment when you rush in and kiss is the show.

These are the pieces of my youth, the small secrets and the not-so-great expectations that defined my coming of age.

Just because you're breathing, doesn't mean you're alive.