Everything. Things you lost. Things you’re gonna lose. Everything. Here’s where it all ties together.

Love can rebuild the world, they say, so everything's possible when it comes to love.

Everything just blows me away.

The world is full of ways and means to waste time.

Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person.

I began running on an everyday basis after I became a writer. As being a writer requires sitting at a desk for hours a day, without getting some exercise you'd quickly get out of shape and gain weight, I figured.

Please remember: things are not what they seem.