You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone's so shocked or impressed that you're baring your soul, while to you it's nothing, because you know you've twenty more layers to go.
Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.
Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".
For what matters if I gain the whole world, but lose my soul?
and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.
Even a mistake is better than nothing.
Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing that reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost -- Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream.
Right now the day length is exactly the same as in spring when birds key into it and begin singing. The birds are a little confused by it all and the singing isn't very intense. It only lasts a week or so each fall, but it's still cool to hear spring bird songs at this time of the year.
Edward Said talks about Orientalism in very negative terms because it reflects the prejudices of the west towards the exotic east. But I was also having fun thinking of Orientalism as a genre like Cowboys and Indians is a genre – they’re not an accurate representation of the American west, they’re like a fairy tale genre.
You're more than a story.
On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free. I gorged myself until my tummy ached.
Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.
How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.
I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.
Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?
The question is not, could Utah compete week in and week out in the ACC, SEC, Big Ten, whatever, .. The question is, in a one- game setting, can Utah compete, can Utah get the market share, sell the tickets of one of those more familiar institutions. Nobody knows that answer.
I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.
Shame is always easier to handle if you have someone to share it with.
Something about being rejected at Church Camp felt so much more awful than being rejected at school.
I love the sea because it is boundless.
At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.
