Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".

Shame is always easier to handle if you have someone to share it with.

Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.

I love the sea because it is boundless.

Even a mistake is better than nothing.

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

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