What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at which he holds it.

Can I have my cake? Can I have you too? Would you follow me? Could I ask you to? Would the world between us break these ties we’ve worked so hard to realize? Can a postcard say what I see in your eyes?

“if you need some transportation from a world of tribulation, tell me your destination; i’ll be your ride. if you’re out of inspiration, all you feel is desperation; consider this your invitation; i’ll be your ride…”