Who am I? The sum of your dreams, the thrill you refuse to grasp, the unknown you fear.

And he thinks that if his soul had a form, this is what it would be. A baby sleeping in his arms.

There's a quickening of her heart when she sees him. She tells herself it's anger.

Adulthood can do the most horrific things to the best of people.

When it comes to such open-heart reflection, I'm a firm believer in the observer effect, which states that anything you try to observe is automatically changed by the mere fact that you're looking at it. The way I see it, if you try to study your emotions on a microscopic level, the best you can do is understand how it feels to hold the magnifying glass.

Can I believe in that God too?

With hardly any effort at all, she made me feel special. Just like all the other people she toyed with.