After all this, I won't start to hate you.

The better you were able to imagine what you wanted to imagine, the farther you could flee from reality.

It's like a kid standing at the window watching the rain.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

Whatever can't be expressed might as well not exist.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

That's all I think about these days. Must be because I have so much time to kill every day. When you don't have anything to do, your thoughts get really, really far out - so far out you can't follow them all the way to the end.