“Walk through this with me. Through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move our arms take, every breath we swallow is worship. Bend with me. There are bones in our throats. If we choke it is only on songs.”

“You make me feel like honey and trombones. You make me feel like honey and trombones.”

“You make me feel like honey and trombones.”

“So, tell me what my fists keep writing, my fingers, they open up like gates when I write...”

“Will it make me something? Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes, already am, always was, and I still have time to be”

“I know sometimes, that all it takes to be invincible, is to know you are such.”

“Do not settle for letting these waves settle, or the dust to collect in your veins.”