“Music is another language, one so close to actual thought, strung together, sometimes staccato, flowing, and sometimes even nonsensical or harsh to the ears. Its truth in an otherwise dishonest world.”

“Tell me that you dont love me, and Ill leave you alone. In this time or the next. Tell me that you dont feel free. Tell me you cant stand the way I look at you. But dont tell me that Im not allowed...”

“My heart is torn in tiny pieces scattered throughout the years. I exist in several places because you carry those pieces with you, wherever you go, whoever you choose to be, Ill be beside you in on...”

“Im in love with fiction. A fantasy that slips between my fingers when reality sets in.”

“Sometimes I sit and stare out at the people walking by, wondering if theyve felt as Ive felt, trapped, alone, but guiltily content in the knowledge that I will never know anothers thoughts, and the...”

“Such a funny thing, time. You spend your whole life wishing there was more or less of it, never realizing that the time already given could be worth more than that which you wished for. -Davina”

“A dream so vibrant,A dream so blissful;I hold it close to my heart.In anxious nights,And days of hope;These years have passed solely.One day the dream to turn true- If only!”

“Worry leads to weary.”

“We worry about many things. And pray about few things.”

“Music is another language, one so close to actual thought, strung together, sometimes staccato, flowing, and sometimes even nonsensical or harsh to the ears. Its truth in an otherwise dishonest world.”

“My heart is torn in tiny pieces scattered throughout the years. I exist in several places because you carry those pieces with you, wherever you go, whoever you choose to be, Ill be beside you in on...”

“Im in love with fiction. A fantasy that slips between my fingers when reality sets in.”

“He hated to think of his own life stretching ahead of him that way, a long succession of days and nights that were fine - not good, not bad, not great, not lousy, not exciting, not anything.”

“He was fucking sad. That's it. That's the point. He knows life is never going to get any different for him. That there's no fixing him. It's always going to be the same monotonous depressing bullsh...”

“Sane is boring.”