Take what you need
Borrow These Words
Not songs. Not books. Just a few lines at a time. If one of them says the thing you haven't been able to say, it's yours — no credit required.
Song
And I’m not above it. I’m below it.
Interference Is Deafening
Song
I took the heat. You took the echoes.
His War Within
Song
The story I remember… But somehow everybody dies.
Before the Nightmare's Done
Book
We expect yesterday’s version of ourselves to possess tomorrow’s wisdom.
The Herrscher Philosophy
Journal
The sadness of loss remains. The guilt has gone away.
From the journal
Take the words. They were built to be borrowed.
Why I write →