As for reality, I don't even have any interest in that word.

It’s hard not to jump out instead of waiting to be found. It’s hard to be alone so long and then hear someone come around. It’s like some form of skin’s developed in the air that, rather than have torn, you tear. "Hide and Seek

Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable. A place with its own harvest.

It isn't ever delicate to live.

It's important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that's all we have.

The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection.

A too closely watched flower/blossoms the wrong color./Excess attention to the jonquil/turns it gentian. Flowers/need it tranquil to get/their hues right. Some/only open at midnight.