Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.

Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing that reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost -- Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream.

For what matters if I gain the whole world, but lose my soul?

I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.

You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone's so shocked or impressed that you're baring your soul, while to you it's nothing, because you know you've twenty more layers to go.

Right now the day length is exactly the same as in spring when birds key into it and begin singing. The birds are a little confused by it all and the singing isn't very intense. It only lasts a week or so each fall, but it's still cool to hear spring bird songs at this time of the year.

I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.