Dreaming With Your Eyes Wide Open

It will never feel the same as it did when I was a kid. I’m different now. And different is good, but it cuts both ways.

In the end, we’re all looking for a place to ride out the storm of life.

Sometimes the easy path is harder than one might ever imagine.

You couldn’t keep sidling up to death and dipping your toe in. Eventually it grabbed your ankle and tried to pull you under.

You have to create your own miracles, don’t hold out that there’s something better waiting on the other side. It doesn’t work that way.

We are never fully at ease when we are aware of another’s gaze. Perhaps we are never fully ourselves. In the desire to please or impress, to persuade or dominate, our movements become conscious, our features set.

You’re an artist. So you always see beyond what’s right in front of you. Thinking about possibility. The unknown.