Inside, my soul is curled tightly bearing the burden of massive sins from another life. And my eyes look far at the hell around me... a sharp grin tugs at the corner of my lips.

Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I'm only truly alive in the moments between.

And once the ripples still and the water returns to its unwavering calm, even the pebble that broke its surface will be forgotten. And the world will go on.

I was lost in the moments I decided to keep. To be awake in a dreamless sleep. And in that place between dream and sleep, I planted some more things I would like to keep.

She's an array of undiscovered words, of feeling beyond my threshold. I'm just a man, trying to hold himself together in her wake.

The flicker, the flutter, even thoughts can stutter.

It was her eyes. Soft, meadow-shade eyes with frostbitten edges. Every glance casually held gossamer infinity. Every stare revealed inky black abyss with a hint of divinity.

Woven words are little conviction when I present myself as a man of fiction.

She was carmine shadows reflecting from my crimson words. Every pulse sent a velvet ripple through the shade. Every breath, a scarlet pause.

With ravenous passion and reckless ambition he forged his thoughts into words, obsessed with the notion that dying would not be the last thing he would do.

He gave up. No hint of ember behind his eyes nor life in his breath. He snipped the last, overstretched strand of hope, and nicked the strand of life by mistake. He did it with his hands.

Isn't it amazing the way the future succeeds in creating an appropriate past?

Do not begin to teach others until the Lord has taught you.

Take a little time out of your busy day to give encouragement to someone who's lost their way.

You don't want to be so open minded that your brains fall out!

You have to know how to disappear.

China is committed to work with other countries for a solution to the global challenge of energy and resources.

If there is a State, then there is domination, and in turn, there is slavery.

Why talk when you can paint?

We are built for the valley, for the ordinary stuff we are in, and that is where we have to prove our mettle.

Completely trusting a way that you can't do by yourself, that you do with all sentient beings, is immediate liberation.