The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count.
Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own-my words are gone.
She waves her arms at the world. "It's all just time filler until we die.
The future is uncertain, but that can be a good thing.
I just sat there letting that music cover me like a big, cozy blanket.
Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.
Sometimes you got to just feel, especially when it comes to music. Notes, scales, they just get in the way.
Who cares for Algebra?
Who delights in solving math?
I only want to live my life
Along the creative path.
I can be both of us at once so no one will have to miss her, most of all me. I I