when pockets of time
i wait without question
head down and straight on through the night
doubt likes to nibble
(more) poking 'round my mind in whispers,
an unfortunate consequence of an overactive imagination,
spilling over and onto the page
even if i stumble, i brush myself off
exactly the way you imagine
and wait here for that comfortable rhythm to come around again, inevitable
the way it always does(less)
I have a love-hate relationship with the world. It's capable of such compassion and such horror. It possesses as many beautiful affirmations as it does hard truths.
I've come to see it like a life-long adversary that brings out the best in me. That rivalry, that eternal struggle(more), is what I live for. It's the reason I wake up in the morning.
The way I see it, it's us against the world.
The only way the world wins is if you give up.
Never give up.
Whatever it is you love doing, never stop.
People will tell you that you suck, that you're wasting your time, making a fool of yourself. And you'll start to believe them. But you aren't doing it for them. You're doing it for you. We all want to share our passion, but if you really love what you're doing, you'll do it whether the whole world watches or you're playing to an empty room.
And if people aren't moved by your art, they WILL be moved by your devotion to your craft. That much I can promise you. (less)