It seems to me that very sad things always contain an element of the comical

If only I could fall sound asleep and wake up in my old reality!

What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.

Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.

All imperfections are forced upon the imperfect, so the 'perfect' can live content and oblivious.

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.

That was the rule. Break one of my rules once, and I’m bound to break many more.