…and there, in the background, the sky’s sediment had sunk to a place where all the woe of the words ‘I am’ dissolved into blue peace. He said it. ‘The ocean.
I think it's natural for youth to be drawn to newness: The world is still new for them.
We are only what we know, and I wished to be so much more than I was, sorely.
How lazily "xperts" dismiss what they fail to understand!
A book you finish reading is not the same book it was before you read it.
... but it is attitude, not years, that condemns one to the ranks of the Undead, or else proffers salvation. In the domain of the young there dwells many an Undead soul. They rush about so, their inner putrefaction is concealed for a few decades, that is all.