the only thing that brings balance is music.

but if I stop thinking about you will you continue to exist in my heart?

The harbor stagnates, the dock reciprocates. And who are we to ourselves?

there is something that transcends your eyes, there is something that rips through your lips, there is something that shatters your touch.

I have this great flaw that sometimes I forget the whys.

some times I try, some times I lose. some I don't understand, some I don't see. some are right there, certain I can help you.

When you can, stop and listen to the world.