Neverworld Wake

We are all anthologies. We are each thousands of pages long, filled with fairy tales and poetry, mysteries and tragedy, forgotten stories in the back no one will ever read.

None of it is as crucial as you think, but that makes it no less vital.

Life does not belong to you. It is the apartment you rent.

Small opportunities are the beginnings of great enterprises. You are the architect of your fortune. Big journeys begin with a single step.

You’re mistaking love for perfection,” I said. “Real love when it’s there? It’s just there. It’s a metal folding chair.

We knew that nothing would ever be the same, that youth was here and nearly gone already, that love was fragile and death was real.

An unseen brave new world sits before you. Every. Single. Day. What are you going to do about it?

The body shuts down when it’s too sad

Time does not travel in a straight line. It bends and barrels across tunnels and bridges. It speeds up. Slows down. It even derails.