Too much happened too fast, like a plot twist in a book. But unlike the reader, I can't go back a few pages to reread and understand what happened.
With my headphones on my head I'm moving forward, one day at a time.
I am in step with time and I think that time is surprised, not me.
We take such good care of our belongings but never of ourselves.
I can wish that the weekend should have been better, but I'll just put it to rest and move on.
Let's change the tunes to old songs and sing them once more.
We're so afraid of insanity we drive ourselves insane.
Getting better is hard work, and getting better while working hard is harder.
I know even the darkest people can be touched by the light.
I don't want to look down and see how high up I am.