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

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.

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

Even a mistake is better than nothing.

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

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

At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.