I write to make sense of my thoughts, but a lot of times, it just makes me more confused.

I want to understand why I feel the way that I feel. I want to discover some sort of reason, or an answer, to the meaning of mortality. The experience of existence.

I have a lot of questions and I know they can’t be answered.

So I listen to music. I escape in the artistry of others.

This is a late night post. A post about gratitude.

Thank you for sharing your pursuit. For letting me, and many others, join in your journey.

It has made the moment more bearable than you’ll ever know:

(For my e-mail friends, click the picture above to watch the music video.)