Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive..

Keep true to the rare music in your heart, to the marvelous and unique form that is and shall always be nothing else but you. Keep to that and you ca….

Who has never killed an hour?.

Because the enormous narcissism of their parents deprived Will and Tom of suitable role models, both brothers learned to identify with absence. Conse….

Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing..

Even the brightest magnesium flare can do little against such dark except blind the eyes of the one holding it. Thus one craves what by seeing one ha….

Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold..

Youth always tries to fill the void, an old man learns to live with it..

At the heart of any terror is the fear of losing what we find meaningful..

We all create stories to protect ourselves..

I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I….

Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves ….

I think that's what finally stopped me. I slid right to the edge. My legs were hanging over. And I could feel it too. I don't know how. There was no ….

Stories heard but not recalled. Letters too. Words filling my head. Fragmenting like artillery shells. Shrapnel, like syllables, flying everywhere. T….

You shall be my roots and I will be your shade, though the sun burns my leaves. You shall quench my thirst and I will feed you fruit, though time tak….

Even the closest relationships that I have I know could potentially fall away. That's not to speak pessimistically or negatively about those relation….

Have no fear, you will find your way. It's in your bones. It's in your soul..

Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground..

This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind..

Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passio….

My hands resemble some ancient tree: the roots that bind up the earth, the rock and the ceaselessly nibbling wordms..