We all have our Sad Girl songs—the ones that hit right at the center of our biggest shames, our runny mascara nights, our whispers from the alleyway.

When combined, the arts create redemption, gratitude, connections we’d never have bridged on our own.

$VII: Aubade | Uncomposed: "Refractions of Light"$

I have wanted to leave home since I was thirteen years old, and the desire sings in my ribs even more strongly now.

Most sounds are music to me.

Take a crucial idea, distill it down to its skeleton, and then just let the listener project their own flesh onto it.

Consider yourself the moon’s caretaker, and you will understand how I felt on that hill.

I’ve learned from music to feel something in your gut. Then you know what’s what.

Growth as Undercurrent

As much as I didn’t set out to write an article about growth, somewhere along the way the topic become unavoidable.

"Truth is paradox," says Henry Miller. I choose to embrace both the dark and the light… the creative tension of the two.

Honestly, I feel that with every song I write, I learn something new about myself.