If you want to live within the definition of your own truth, you have to choose to go through the initially painful and ultimately comforting process of finding it.

Dispel, v. It was the way you said, “I have something to tell you.” I could feel the magic drain from the room.

Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once.

Every single answer starts with the phrase 'I don't know.' But most of the time she does know, if I give her the time and the space in which to answer.

I barely notice colors unless I taste them. Not the yellows or the greens. I taste the deeper blues. The darker reds.

I've always known I was gay, but it wasn't confirmed until I was in kindergarten. It was my teacher who said so. It was right there on my kindergarten report card: PAUL IS DEFINITELY GAY AND HAS VERY GOOD SENSE OF SELF.

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