Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.

‎Pick ten strangers and stick them in a room, and ask them which of us they feel sorrier for - you or me - and we all know who they'll choose.

Just because you didn't put a name to something did not mean it wasn't there.

Sometimes we don't know we're dreaming; we can't even fathom that we're asleep.

maybe there is more to a person than a body and a mind. maybe something else figures into the mix— not a soul, exactly, but a spirit that hints you might one day be greater, stronger than you are now. a promise; a potential.

When she smiles, it feels like the first warm day of March-- after an eternity of snow, when you suddenly remember how summer feels on the backs of your bare calves & in the part of your hair.