My heart was closed. Cold. I was self-conscious and cynical.

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.

You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn't care about losing you

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

I’m afraid I’ll be a book that no one reads. Music that no one listens to anymore. I’m afraid I’ll be abandoned like a movie playing in an empty theater.

Some lessons are only delivered in the form of pain.

Doesn't the world inside a black and white photograph seem more real? It's because the real world is losing its color