The World, Right Now, Is Only Us.

The Truth Feels Different From Other Things. The Closest You Can Come To Describing It Is That It Feels Like Taking A Perfect Breath.

What I Really Want, And What I Never Get - Is To Be Appreciated.

We All Contain Mysteries, Especially When Seen From The Inside.

Measure The Hope Of That Moment, That Feeling. Everything Else Will Be Measured Against It.

It’s As Simple As That. Simple And Complicated, As Most True Things Are.