I love the sea because it is boundless.

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

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

Even a mistake is better than nothing.

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".

and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.

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