Songwriting was their way to converse with the universe.

That small exposure to a few measures of song threw my world of its axis. It punctured a tiny window that gave me a peek at feelings, emotions, and thoughts I never knew existed. Knowing there was more to my life I wasn't getting at this moment made me feel like a drug addict forced into rehab.

I don't want to wake up and find out it was all a dream.

It will be a lesson in hope.

You have to take what you can get out of the music. It's different for everyone, but you have to pay attention and appreciate each piece in order for it to speak to you.

To me, guitar notes are the most beautiful sounds in the world.

Life is either the same song you sing day in and day out, or you go out into the world and devise your own soundtrack.

I radiated with all the stars in the night sky and the courage of a thousand men ran through my veins.

Soon it will all be a memory and memories decay and deform over time.

I had no idea what the lyrics were in the song, but his voice wrapped around my head, weaving through my hair, and whispered into my ears that made me drunk with a feeling I never felt before.

I hated goodbyes. It felt like I had to give so many of them away lately.

Maybe one day we'd become fiction.

Maybe the definition of a real father is someone who accepts their child for who they are, despite their faults or how far they've strayed from the path of the person you hoped they'd become.

We were both filled with the enthusiasm that comes from being with someone you automatically click with.

There are some things that are never meant to be said aloud.

It's funny how reflections, even on the window of a store when walking down some busy street, momentarily erects a wall against all those thoughts flittering around. Some people may automatically switch their thoughts to how wide their hips have become, how quickly their hair is thinning or how funny their walk is, but it's always a reality check: this is you, right here, right now.

That mountain of courage I had been building inside me for the past several months began crumbling, tumbling down, and gaining speed like an avalanche.

My life was a rollercoaster except sometimes I'd have to get out and push the car and be sure I made it back in before it gained too much momentum and I'd be left vulnerable on the tracks, in the destructive path of another oncoming car.

We don't have a song, we have a whole album.

I have letters from you all over my room as if they were your fingerprints.