When there's nothing to do, you do nothing slowly and intently.

I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.

It was spring break, so the theater was always packed with high schools students. It was an animal house. I wanted to burn the place down.

It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.

Each individual has their own unique color, which shines faintly around the contours of their body. Like a halo. Or a backlight. I'm able to see those colors clearly.

And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute - like shadows lengthening at dusk. Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness.

I was dying. Like all the other people who live in this world.