“The cozy fire is bright and gay, The merry kettle boils away and hums a cheerful song. I sing the saucer and the cup; Pray, Mary, fill the teapot up, And do not make it strong”

And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.

My soul speaks a language, only you can understand.

In another life, you kept your word, and forever’s still ours for the taking.

Journey with struggle becomes a great tale in the future.

I’m not asking that you take the bullet for me. I wish you’d shoot first.

A rainy day is the perfect excuse to explore deeper feelings.

Stop taking care of everyone else before you take care of yourself. 

Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.