My eyes open after my mind. All eyes always do.

Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for what it tramples beneath.

Nobody has to do anything wrong to end up living a life that feels like it’s not their own, all they have to do is take a step back, and hope for the best.

Sleep doesn't come easy when a broken twig conjures images of a hulking mental patient snapping the arms off children, over by the bin.

The question should be who do we want to be when we grow up, not what.

His smile is a stranger resting on a haunted face, only coming out for poisons turning him into a ghost.

Bursts of hope make despair harder to live with.

The 9th key may be the door opener. Don't give up after trying the 8th. Keep doing it!

How strange to read of a place in a book, and then stand on it, listen to the birds sing, and spit on the cobbles if you want.

One of the penalties of being a human being is other human beings.

Seeing no resolution to my existential recognition of loss, I decide to eat lunch.

About my boss, Tyler tells me, if I'm really angry, I should go to the post office and fill out a change-of-address card and have all his mail forwarded to Rugby, North Dakota.

Nature neither gives nor expects mercy.

I want to learn from myself, want to be my student, want to get to know myself, the secret of Siddhartha.

Alas! I do not believe that inspiration falls from heaven. think it rather the result of a profound indolence.

If everything is important, then nothing is.