Change comes slowly, but I swear it will come.
Its going to be beautiful, baby. Because I want it to be.
And I refuse to accept any other reality than this one I’ve dreamed up. This one I’ve written down. This one I’ve sung, breathed, painted, photographed. This one I’ve loved.
This one I’ve done everything but lived.
Its a dangerous business going out your door, but it might be more perilous to stay inside.
Adventure is out there. Step onto the road.