Confession #4:

I like to walk out to get the paper at 5am, and think about the houses around me, and wonder what’s going on at that exact moment somewhere else in the world, and I think about how someone is dying, someone is being born, someone is crying from happiness, and someone is crying from sadness. Then, I get really scared, and I run to my porch, feeling as though I’m being chased by a million monsters, but I stop before I get inside the door, I step back into the yard, because I realize that I no longer feel so alone, and that when I go inside, that comfort will leave, and I won’t be able to remember exactly how it felt. So, I stand there, and look at the stars. Feeling an emotion that I’ve yet to find a name for. An emotion that involves love, fear, certainty and uncertainy. A feeling that is both infinite and non-existant.

Yeah, maybe I’m crazy… but I love it.