I have yet to be completely submerged in reality, for drowning in the sky.

From where it came and to where it goes, I wish I knew, like the river knows.

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

Sometimes the only way to ever find yourself is to get completely lost.

No matter what, we have to keep moving forward, even if we have to crawl.

I don't want someone to believe my lies, I need someone to accept my truths.