"Music became a haven for me. An escape. Music was a promise. It whispered to me. And taught me to dream. I would go to my room, turn off the lights, and turn on my music. I would lay on my bed, and listen. In memoriam for the end of a horrible day, in appreciation of a beautiful one, to know my feelings when I was too numb to find them on my own. I would listen. I still do that. Maybe you do that. Maybe you'll play one of my songs sometime when you do. And maybe you'll dream with my dreams in the background.
And so, for a moment, neither of us will be alone."
- Rebekah Jordan, Dreaming Ferns
