Blue October has become an intricate part of my daily living. The beats, poetry, instruments, voice, passion, intensity... they help me manage my daylight hours and enjoy the hours of darkness when I create most of my art.

I couldn't truly live without music, it is my passion. I like warm rainy days, sun on my face, wind through my hair, sleeping in, skinny dipping, sunsets, laughing... I sing from the depths of my soul. I paint with emotions' colors. I write with the sincerity of blood. I love limitlessly, now, as if the concept of tomorrow is that of deceit. I am scared tomorrow will not come. I am afraid that the days' end will forget to take the ache it brought. I believe beauty is so much more than what you can see with your eyes, that irony is the balance of karma, that learning is never-ending, that sarcasm is therapeutic, that laughter is relieving, that the ties of genetics are over-rated, that selflessness is under-rated, that the eyes speak more genuinely than the mouth, that bruises generally indicate you did something fun, that noone should ever leave my house hungry, that perfection can be the continual place of exactly where you are, that inspiration can spawn from the most unlikely places, that the magnificence of true love is painful, that pain isn?t always a bad thing?