I suffer from a chronic nausea-after I'm with people. The awareness (after-awareness) of how programmed I am, how insincere, how frightened.

The new dawn blooms as we free it. For there is always light if only we're brave enough to see it, if only we're brave enough to be it.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

I'm an echo in your shadow.