Worshiping the demons of ancestors is easier than coming up against the living ones.
Reverence is a choice. Safety can be a religion.
Sometimes even when it’s not personal, it is intentional.
No one sees the world the way I want them to, no matter how pretty my words are.
Virtue signaling is alive and cruel.
My pain is my own. Yours is hurtful.
Out is never the easy way.
Sometimes silence is golden. Sometimes it’ll choke you.
The middle ground gets sucked into the sinkhole first.
Some people never learn, especially when we don’t agree.
Your news is rarely good.
Allies and enemies, friends and family. It’s elementary but complicated.
Real life is better than the screen no matter how skilled the selfie.
True friends remain transient. Even me.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste, but a body ain’t great to watch fade away either.
True love never dies, but it sure does get old and fart a lot. Him too.
Questioning is responsible. Righteousness is deadly.
Love is optional. Relationships are not.
Thoughtful children and tired dogs are a job well done.
Sleeping is easy. Except at night.
Depression whispers into the crook of my neck, but I’m growing deafer by the minute.
Dogs are good. Except when they bite.
People bite. Except when they’re good. Or the other way around?
Keep going. Do not stop. Value rest above all things. At least until it gets boring.
Expect. Change. Accept. Change. Amend. Respect. Edit. Repeat.
Every day is new. But so is each night.
To live is human. Death begs divination.
We are born on top of a magic carpet feather into a timeline we can neither steer nor hop off.
Keep your eyes sharp. The best we get is to see out many windows as our life flies by.
Love it even more after listening to it. It’s a terrific piece!