Dreams are a Gateway to Reality.

I am as an unloved as my works are read.

It amazes me how much I let my mind wander to the clouds. I build up a friendship or a lover. The crash back to reality is almost unbearable.

Police: You're acting like you've done something wrong?
Answer: Sir, when I suffer from anxiety; I believe I am wrong.

Breaking down these walls impossible
Because I’ve built them so high that they can never fall
And I cannot let them no matter how desperately
I want to destroy every last brick indefinitely

One does not have to be dying to be near death.

Memory warps things.

He ran his hands against my thighs and asked, “are these scars?” And I replied, “no, they’re new”

Pray for tomorrow to rinse away our sorrow

The hardest thing I ever did perhaps, was confronting the fact that I am not ready to die, regardless of my feeling and how much I want to.