My heart was closed. Cold. I was self-conscious and cynical.
Though I may not flow where the wind guides me, I won’t become still water.
Some dogs act like people and some people act like dogs.
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.
What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?
I can't change the world, but I'm hoping that what I say and do will inspire everyone to try.