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

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.

Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?

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.

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

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

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