"The rests of the music of my life
Ring louder than the notes"

So what if the rests resonate loudly than the notes?!
I say let them ring!

Let them halt the loudness of the chorus,
or the orchestra,
or the band.
Show everyone silence is a sound too!

Music isn't all about triumphant horns or beating drums,
And neither is life!

The beauty of silence in music goes largely unrecognized.

And the same thing goes for the music of life.

And you might be waiting for your next note,
Sitting, waiting; as you read the music.
And when the rest ends,
You will know it was needed to magnify the note.
So let the rests ring.

i'll write you a note someday
it'll speak about what i love
about what i regret
and who i miss.
in that note I'll probably tell you that i'm sorry,
sorry that we couldn't co-exist when you were in trouble
sorry for the fact that i loved you and probably never got to tell you.
i'll write a note hoping it keeps you going
celebrating suicide Sunday with a smoke, a smile and that note in your lighter pocket.
i'll write the note and give it when i leave
and I'd have to gather up to courage to say goodbye.
you see i live investing my time in the broken as i forget about myself.
so the more i write to you, the more i write about you, the more time i dedicate to you
the better i am
no that's a lie I feel too much for you to ever get better
but at least i selfishly forget myself to feel you
Your memories
Your burden
Your joy
so yes i'll write you a note saying how i hope you'll forgive me for thinking everything has such great importance, hoping that maybe for once you'd be selfish.
I'll write you a note
And it will say I love you written in code at the end.

Real love isn’t meant to be brutal. We perpetuate this idea that it is, because we want there to be a reason in our suffering, and we want there to be hope that the person who’s making us suffer will change, because they love us and that means they’ll get better eventually. But real love isn’t meant to brutalise us. Real love is supposed to make us feel happy and secure, and even when we fight it shouldn’t be like the world’s ending, because we should still know that the other person cares about us. It’s not a rollercoaster ride that we’re terrified of falling off of, it’s someone who makes us better. They make us feel better, and they make us want to be better people, and we want to learn and grow and change and show them our world. Love isn’t brutal, unless someone doesn’t love you enough.