I Am Not Dangerous. Only The Stories

Why Do We Feel The Need To Disconnect In Order To Connect?

I Want You To Be Honest With Me. Even If It Hurts. Although I Would Prefer For It Not To Hurt.

Long Live Protest Songs, In Whatever Form They Take.

I Have No Idea How He Knows When I Need Him. We Can Go Weeks Without Speaking, And Then, When My Blue Moods Threaten To Turn Black, He Will Show Up And Tell Me My Moods Are Azure Indigo Cerulean Cobalt Periwinkle And Suddenly The Blue Will Not Seem So Dark, More Like The Color Of A Noon-bright Sky. He Brings The Sun.

But There Was Something About You That Made Me Think Of Sparks And Motion.