I'm drowning in the music.

You always have this uncertainty and then you discover the knowledge you always thought was so elusive and you realize that wondering the truth will forever be better than knowing the truth.

You made the right decision letting me into your house but not your heart

Everyone cried when the bride teared up during her vows. But I only felt them when I watched the harpists hands.

I feel the stars in my bones and it's been so long since I haven't felt alone.

You're an idiot, but I kind of like it.

There's a fog. It's growing within itself. It's not self aware, if just exists. I've got an album on repeat that I've only listened to the first half of and discovering the second half feels so out of place yet so at home and that's how I've always felt and I've been losing it lately but I want to be lost in familiar places I want to see new faces and recognise bodies and not thoughts and I want to cry. I need the tears but my brain wasn't built that way and I don't even know how it was but I don't even care. I yearn for the past, I soak myself in nostalgic feelings and yet I fear for the future or I'm apathetic and when I try to reach out to those who are strange yet familiar I get lost in a way that isn't comfortable and what do I do. What do I do.

I cry for you when you're killing yourself and you laugh about it.

Taking new approaches to old things. Taking risks. I need to improve.

Your eyes said everything you ever needed to. That was always enough. It was always enough for me. Always.

My physical skills fill me with the most supreme optimism but those deep feelings I am/have discovered(ing) discourage my growth and I just wonder where is the control for those or is there any at all? My complications aren't caused by my own genesis.

My brain is clawing at the back of my head; it’s calling out to my ears, “you need love, you need it.” But I can’t hear it through the white noise (and the tinnitus hum) from the rubbing of your hand down my arm.