You believe this is a game, and you may be right. But if you think you can play it better than me, think again.

I wanted to meet the monster. Why go down if you can go up?

Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.

I whisper and you close your eyes. I speak and you turn away. If I scream, will you finally hear me beg you to hold me close to you, promise you'll never let go?

The universe is a big place. If I was lost up there, how would you ever find me

Anger requires energy, something I don't dare waste on what cannot be altered.

At Last It's a perfect winter day. No wind. No Arctic freeze. Cloudless azure sky. A day to fly. Snow drapes the mountain like ermine, fabulous feather- light powder coaxing me to flee the confines of my room, brave the mostly plowed road up to the closest ski resort. To run from the cloying silence connected Mom and Dad, into encompassing stillness far away from city dirt and noise Far above suburban gridlock. Far beyond the grasp of home.