It's funny.

"It's funny, man, you know, we love music so much and we jam together and that's how we learn a lot of things, and then we all go to music school and we learn more things, but we forget to jam, you know?"

Peaceful Warrior

Music that heals.

oo-wee-oo, I look just like Buddy Holly

I'm trying something new today.

Smile at everybody. The worst they can do is not smile back, but for real, who frowns when they're smiled at?

Surround yourself with things and people that make you happy. If something in your life brings you down, shake it off and out of your life.

Talk to strangers, be friendly with acquaintances. Kindness goes farther than you'd think.

There is nothing in the world that Love can't reverse.

everything will probably not be okay.

everything is illuminated.

All people are beautiful.

There's so much more to us.

If not you, then who?

Go for the soul.

We are dynamic individuals, we are unique.

Don't hide who you are.

Nobody is invisible.

You should be proud of who you are.

Thank you for being authentic.

Things are gonna get hard.

We are people from all walks of life.

You don't have to mask when you come home.

There is nothing that loving and caring for people can't reverse.

You Will Find Love.

Morning is such a beautiful time of day, and place, and feeling, and state of mind, and character. I should not sleep through it so often.

Moonlight will fall,

Winter will end.

Harvest will come,

Your heart will mend.

Goodmorning, goodmorning.

You will find love.

Goodmorning.

There's a Double Rainbow in My Backyard.

Apparently, I have a well of expression that I've been sleeping through in the early mornings. I've discovered a bit of creativity that rises with the sun, and I think I'm going to give my inner nocturnal creature a break and start some new habits, like rising with the sun and this intriguing newfound creativity. This might all just be a delusion I'm telling myself because I want to hear it, though, because I haven't slept yet tonight. Too much thinking, on my part, about the little trivial things, and not so much about the whole, that has kept me up tonight. Wide awake and staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling, I've given each synthetic constellation a name and an origin. Though they are synthetic, they pierce through the night in my room much like the real sky of stars do outside, piercing through the darkness of the night. The sun came up this morning and I watched it turn sections of my room a golden orange color through my window. I saw the shadow of the tree outside move across a wall and the creative juices started flowing, and I felt okay for the first time all night.