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

On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free. I gorged myself until my tummy ached.

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

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

How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.

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".

I love the sea because it is boundless.