Not all those who wander are lost, and not all those with everything are alright.

I am a lost soul, wandering aimlessly with words I can never speak face to face.

I write because I can't speak what I wish to speak, I make music because sometimes words aren't enough, and I never know a persons' eye color because I can never look them in the eyes.

This is because I am human, a human that is close to shattering. A human far from where they belong, still searching for what should have been, or maybe something beyond the moutains that create this valley I am lost in.