“The artist shall never run out of paint. Because the artist, my love, never runs out of pain.”

Even the wrong people and the wrong choices can bring us to the right places.

For years I could not cry. And I thought there was something wrong with me. Turns out I was crying after all – just not in tears.

There is a certain kind of light that only comes from having been through a certain kind of darkness.

I will heal and Oh what a day that will be.

I was never meant to be stagnant. I only wanted to grow.

You are only ever as lost as the next step you choose to take.

And I guess what I am really trying to say, is that I love the way you love me.

If they are still standing by your side when your armor is off. When your walls are down. When your heart is broken. And your scars are visible. Tuck them into your arms like gold. And do not let them go.

You told me everything would be okay. I wish you had said – you’ll hurt but I’ll hold you.

I do not write. My lungs just breathe in words.

What it all comes down to either way, is if you are ready.

I will tremble. But that is not to say I am not brave.

I don’t like to be called strong. I am just a weak with a side of faith.

I would rather have peaceful isolation than divided freedom. Read that again.

These times are wild but so are we.

I never loved you because you had it all together. I loved you because you were falling apart and still saw fit to let me into your world.

Even before making music I was always someone that you had to get to know, at school or elementary. I walked the hallways. I would take your pizza

Even before making music I was always someone that you had to get to know, at school or elementary. I walked the hallways. I would take your pizza

The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.

When I was younger I used to be really into photography, and I still am, I just don’t really get to do it besides taking my own artists photos and stuff like that.

The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.

Even before making music I was always someone that you had to get to know, at school or elementary. I walked the hallways. I would take your pizza

When I was younger I used to be really into photography, and I still am, I just don’t really get to do it besides taking my own artists photos and stuff like that.

The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.