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

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

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.

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.

Something about being rejected at Church Camp felt so much more awful than being rejected at school.

I love the sea because it is boundless.