If someday, in a morning, you see you, in a mirror or the dent of a spoon, and wonder Where is my soul and Where has it gone, remember this: Catch th….

Later our dreams begin catching fire around the edges, they burn like paper, we wake with our hands full of ash..

Being good felt like a heavy coat, so I took it off..

There is a place to stand where you can see so many lights you forget you are one of them..