In honor of breaking the addiction to needing a reason. morning he asked why I loved him, and while I came up with reasons, I knew I didn't want to.

This is because, while it's fun and even addictive to make things about intellect--giving them reason, justification, grounds for approval...worth...the best things in our time here almost never have good reason. They don't need them. I loved him just because. 

I wrote a song and I'm thinking of all the ways I overthink things. I'm thinking of all the things I haven't learned yet, or am still learning as an artist and musician, like guitar and pro tools. But we can't let the fear of what we don't know stop us from pushing forward with what we do.

So fuck it.

thinking thinking thinking.