My thoughts took frantic flight, wanting to escape this prison, and seek out the wind so it could fan my hair and sting my skin, and make me feel alive again.

Tragedy had sent me headlong into reality. All the things I had seen before now looked different, even nature.

Seek the tarnish and you shall find

It's funny how when you're little, you miss all the little lies. They float right past you, but you don't wonder about them much. For a long time, you think this is just something adults still do after being kids - pretend.

Life is like that - twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy.

Dreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough?

A flower blooms best in a happy pot.