He loved Cassiopeia.

She was resilient.

Cassy was so crazy about astronomy and the legends. She loved how they weren't perfect and how the endings weren't normal to us.

They would sit in the bed of his truck in the middle of the track field at night. And they would look up at the stars and rewrite the endings off the legends.

He would bring a picnic.

She would bring the laughter.

But when she was gone,

All he could think about was the beauty in it all.

He still did the same routine,

But without her.

His head was stuck in the clouds and there was no way of coming down.

And all he could hear was her laughter when he looked up at the stars.

Home is where the heart is.

But my heart has been shot.

And it seems like it's not meant for forever

Because it shattered like glass.

Home is where I feel safe.

A safe haven;

If even that.

Somewhere I can run and reminisce the good days.

My home is in my heart where I feel safe.

And it has branched out to you,

And for some reason yours has done the same.

Because my heart has shattered

I'm no longer near

But I still live in your heart

So don't you tear.

We've collided

and home is with each other

in which I trust thee to be there

Then and Now.

Not for another.

This song is about how he misses his girl and can't wait to see her again. It doesn't matter how long ago he'd seen her, it's just that he's so excited to see her again. And this to me represents love.

This is an underrated song because it's great and it's not about money, sex, or drugs. It's just plain and simple.

And I'm simply in love with the idea of love because of this song.

The room is pitch black;

And all I know is that time is stone.

No turning back the second hand.

Only our mistakes to remember.

And I won't be able to look away.

Not even for a second.

Everything is etched into the stone.

And I want to be alone.

I can't think.

Nor can I breathe.

Not at the site of you.

Melting.

I feel like melting into slush.

Or until I can no longer see again.

For your mistakes are much bigger than mine.

If I can't melt, then you can look back at me.

And I can forgive.

But I will never forget.

Because when you left,

I felt like falling.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling.

You can never stop having dreams, but can you ever achieve them? Being a realist is looking at the big picture and saying "what do I need to do to get there?" Dreams are sometimes like fairytales. They seem real to a certain point, but there will always be the aspect of 'this isn't real and it can never happen'.

Being a realist can be a "buzzkill" because you come up with dreams, then you shoot them down because you know in the back of your mind that it's never going to happen.

Things like owning a cat can be real, but if you're allergic to them it's not because in some way you're risking your life. Things like becoming famous can't be a reality if you don't have a plan or a great idea to show the public. Realistically, if the chance is 1/million, it's probably never going to happen. If it's more like 1/10, then it's more likely. Being practical and being a daydreamer is different. It doesn't mean you can't be both, but it's best if you changed your views so you don't discourage yourself from doing something great our something that 'could've been'.

There's a fine line between chasing your dreams and shooting them down.