And yet, music, as if by some miracle, gets through to our heart.

If betrayal could be forgiven,
the Devil would be sitting beside God.

Sometimes,
we look outside of the window,
not for the view,
but to forget what's happening inside.

And you became like coffee, in the deliciousness, the bitterness and the addiction.

I thought the cigarette was killing me.
Then I met a memory that refused to die.

People have beautiful things to say about you, but you must die first.

She loved him like a Dostoevsky novel.
He left her like Kafka’s nightmare.

Darling, I’m drunk on hope,
with no intention of sobering up.

I am bathed in tears of grief and despair.

And when the bugs start to eat at my heart they will taste the ache of every word I never let escape my mouth.

The desert teaches you more about water than the ocean ever could.

Every time I get closer to the answer, the question changes.

The last cigarette of the night always tastes like the first day without you.

For the sake of who I am to become,
I will sacrifice who I am now.

If it’s meant to be, it will be.

My soul desires to be understood
more than it does to be loved.

I fear losing the things I love the most, so I refuse to love anything at all.

Come and open my flesh, peel my skin and eat my bones. And I will let you taste the posion of your words still lingering inside them.

The only person who ever beat you,
offers you a rematch every morning.

Every person you meet leaves something behind. A lesson, a memo, or a different version of you.