Part of growing up is making sure your sense of reality isn't entirely grounded in your own mind.

Serrated, adj. And you said, "I'm not sure we can.

Love is the higher law.

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

Sometimes memory tricks you. Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.

And who am I to blow against the wind?

Happiness is so rarely a part of my vocabulary, because for me it's so fleeting