Every day we learn, we forgive, and we grow.
Following my own footsteps makes more sense than chasing after a ghost.
Bad days are plenty, but it is all in my head.
Music makes everything better, always. Music and memories go hand in hand.
Even when I don’t expect anything, I expect things. I give a fuck, and I care.
Many words are never read, and many sentences are never said. But A tight hug is able to put pieces together that were falling apart.
Everything happens for a reason. No regrets.
There is a smile left in my back pocket.
reflections of an unquiet mind 