i wrote this on my phone while i was falling asleep last night.

there's a little devil and a little god inside of me and they're raging war over who gets my heart and who gets my mind down to the very last particle 'til neither are mine and the battle's lost on both sides. The devil says "I'll put it to better use" and the god says "That's not the point". The devil says "There's no time for philosophy in the battles of the soul" but the god says "There is no time at all".

You can't be a writer when you don't believe in the worth of the words you're writing.

"All we are is dust in the wind. Everything is dust in the wind..Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and sky."