Sunny smiles
Yet such dark hearts
Rainy days
Yet such bright skies

Have you ever found yourself so passionate about something, talking about it endlessly to your friends and family, and wondering why they don't feel the same? It's a horrible feeling.

I hate cell phones. They make it impossible to pretend someone doesn't exist.

There's no such thing as a holy war.

Have you noticed how people love to talk about things they have no knowledge on?

Rock revels in the emotional vitality of life, the simple mess of it all: anger, love, hate, misery, joy, regret. Classical is meant for subtler things, things you can't describe: the sad notes of yesterday and the hope and pain that tomorrow brings.

I want to live long and die young.

I suppose I like to write about life because than I can at least pretend I have a hold on it.

Do you see the shadows creeping into the edges of day?
As Winter presses down, and Summer runs away?

I think that romance is for the bored, the boring, and the broken. But mostly the broken. Most people are broken, and they need someone to make them complete.