But there was something about you that made me think of sparks and motion.

I have learned how to observe, far better than most people observe. I am not blinded by the past or motivated by the future. I focus on the present, because that is where I am destined to live.

I try to be a careful person. Most of the time my carelessness is completely unintentional.

You have to trust the words. They do not create anything more than themselves.

I know the odds are all against me and I know you might not feel this way too but I know I would rather die trying to know if I could mean something to you

There is a part of childhood that is childish, and a part that is sacred. Suddenly we are touching the sacred part -- running to the shoreline, feeling the first cold burst of water on our ankles, reaching into the tide to catch at shells before they ebb away from our fingers. We have returned to a world that is capable of glistening, and we are wading deeper within it.

I am starting to get tired of relying on words.