I can't shove the dark out of my way.

This is what I want: I want to grab my brother’s hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling from our shoulders.

In one split second I saw everything I could be, everything I want to be. And all that I'm not.

Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?

... if you're someone who knows the worst thing can happen at any time, aren't you also someone who knows the best thing can happen at any time too?

What kind of world is this? And what do you do about it? What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens?

Dreams change, yes, that makes sense, but I didn't know dreams could hide inside a person.