The heart knows no middle ground.

I’m fighting for and fighting off your affection.

Quick Acoustic Demo

Didn’t know how to end it.

I made toast the other day.

I knew the toast was almost done, but it still scared me when it popped out.

Toxic Habits

I know I shouldn’t. I know that it kills me. But I always succumb to my unhealthy attraction to the smell of gasoline.

New Year’s Resolutions

Random picture of two guys I love a lot.

Songwriting

It’s one of my favorite ways to unwind, but it also gives me the most stress.

Been thinking a lot

about Pastor David’s sermon about giving thanksgiving for even the suffering in life.

Does that mean I have to thank God for Nickelback?

Nashville

I get a weird vibe from this city. It feels homely but uninviting — as if the hospitality, the comfort are meant only for those who call Nashville home. The city expects no outsiders; extensive preparations are made for homecomings and returns, but not for welcomes and introductions.

Nashville’s very clean. The eerie absence of graffiti, litter, homeless people makes me feel no more welcomed than put off. There’s no raw authenticity to the city. It’s just plain. Flat and plain. And boring.

Home for the assimilated, hostile for the acquainted.

But I’m enjoying myself here.

Nashville is a song waiting to be written.

11:11 AM

I wished for powdered doughnuts.

Wishing is selfish. Prayer is selfless. Wishing is anxious. Prayer is confident.

Less wishing, more praying.

God, teach me to pray, not to wish.

I hope you’re not reading this

I care about you a lot. Maybe past the point of healthy friendship sometimes. You don’t really notice, though.

Sometimes, I like to believe that completely giving up would absolve my jealousy, my impurities. But I value our friendship too much, and that would be awfully selfish of me.

Sorry for deceiving you into believing that godly friendship was my only motive, although it should’ve been. I hope to be as honest and selfless as you one day.