For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire and Desire is always cruel.

Then one stupid person no different from any other stupid person wanders into your stupid life...you give them a piece of you. They dont ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you and then your life isnt your own anymore.

I think I fell in love with her a little bit. Isnt that dumb But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to no matter how bad and theyll still love you because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something I dont know. She probably didnt even know I was there. But Ill always love her. All my life.

Have you ever been in love Horrible isnt it It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

Have you ever been in love Horrible isnt it It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses you build up a whole suit of armor so that nothing can hurt you then one stupid person no different from any other stupid person wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didnt ask for it. They did something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you and then your life isnt your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness so simple a phrase like maybe we should be just friends turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. Its a soul-hurt a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

Ive been making a list of the things they dont teach you at school. They dont teach you how to love somebody. They dont teach you how to be famous. They dont teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They dont teach you how to walk away from someone you dont love any longer. They dont teach you how to know whats going on in someone elses mind. They dont teach you what to say to someone whos dying. They dont teach you anything worth knowing.

Dreams are composed of many things my son. Of images and hopes of fears and memories. Memories of the past and memories of the future...

So what I want to know is when Im asleep do I really remember how to fly And forget how when I wake up Or am I just dreaming I can flyWhen you dream sometimes you remember. When you wake you always forget.But thats not fairNo.

The bonds of family bind us up support us help us. And they are also a bond from which it is difficult perhaps impossible to extricate oneself.

I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon through the dreams of countries and cities past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall.