Through all the windows I only see infinity.

Scars are the paler pain of survival received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury.

I'm all soils west when the Earth lets go. I'm a thousand Julys.

Knowledge is hot water on wool. It shrinks time and space.

Sometimes it's just silent...No sound at all. 'Does that scare you?' Chad nods. 'Why?' asks his father. 'It's like something's waiting.

I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum’thing has always been and always will be you.

Absolutely nothing visible to the eye provides a reason for or even evidence of those terrifying shifts which can in a matter of moments reconstitute a simple path into an extremely complicated one.