This man's heart is deficient. He loves, but his love is worth nothing.

The only time I wasn't imagining is when I was with you. You, the one part of the real world that I wasn't allergic to.

When you cry, it's nothing. It's just the idea of crying.

It's the fear of what comes after the doing that makes the doing hard to do.
But you can almost always live with the consequences.

I believe that, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, that I will be ok.

Thank you, finally the truth.

We can’t wait around forever for God.

I'd like to go traveling. Leave you behind to worry. I'll send postcards with strange stamps and tantalizing messages on the back. "Later maybe." "Nevermore..."

I have this hope about you, this image of who you are. And I’m wrong because you have failed on every occasion to live up to my expectations.

I’m invisible and inaudible