Perhaps everyone has a story that could break your heart.

Perhaps it is our fear, that in the silence between stories, in the moment of falling, the fear that we will never find the one story which will save us, and so we lunge for another, and we feel safe again, if only for as long as we are telling it.

Change is one of the only constants in Buddhism; as meditation became the way I breathed in the days, this became apparent.

The attention one gets from being a poet isnt great.

Perhaps everyone has a story that could break your heart.

Alcohol is the river we sit on the banks of, contemplating. Sometimes we watch ourselves float past, sometimes we watch ourselves sink.

We got him to talk to a psych doctor once, the doctor asked if he heard things other people don't. Sure, Paul answered, I hear birds in the morning when everyone's sleeping, I hear trees rustling when no one's around.