In that silence, I dream to be.

Where the cheerful childrenof unwritten poems, play all around, you will find me there.

Only to close these eyesto sleep in the lap of loveand stay there forever.

From all my dreams where you felt everlastingto all my clothes your words used to wear, to the old end, to the new beginning, you have lost me everywhere.

Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?

What about those Promises of yours to never leave me? she asked, stammering too much this time. His cruel smirk was as gut-wrenching as his words— Promises are meant to be broken, sweetheart.

The way your curious eyes were chasing mine when I stood in front of you, I knew I had known these eyes before.

I feel the pain—everywhere.

I threw myself so far in your depth that it took me a month to come out and notice I was actually sitting in my room. Nowhere else. Not with you.

Someday, even my existence would be felt.

Do you love me enough that I am allowedto be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?

Techniques are like tools: The more you have, the more options for getting a job done - but you have to know what you are building first.

Visionary Fiction speaks the language of the soul. It offers a vision of humanity as we dream it could be.

I am content

There is an answer to any problem in the Word of God.

If God had granted all the silly prayers I've made in my life, where should I be now?

I suffered from a quite severe speech impediment when I was young, and keeping a journal was part of the therapy.

The world is ashamed of being virtuous.

I want to read a lot of books and not live lazily. I want to become intellectual.

Love or perish" we are told and we tell ourselves. The phrase is true enough so long as we do not interpret it as "Mingle or be a failure.

I realized that I had to be honest about where I was, where I was coming from, and what I was trying to do.