For him and his brother, he now knew, that music was real. Becuase all you had to do, really, was be willing to use your imagination. And listen.
Imagination, Music
YOU'RE IN MY MOUTH, I said. GET OUT OF MY MOUTH.
Relationships, Change, Parents
A friend is the wax that keeps the flame lit, an enemy is the wind that blows it out.
Love, Friend, Friendship