“All is il­lu­sion; noth­ing is re­al. There are no true win­dows or halls. The doors are not there and they can't hold the light. My life's not con­tained in these walls.”

“The shattered glass Of soundproof walls That can block the night no more Is scattered, alas, On the broken stillness Of a distant, darkened shore.”

“But are my foot­steps silent? Are they just holes with­in the sand? Or does an­oth­er hear them, follow, And find me where I am?”

“I look in­to the star­lit night, And beck­on to a dream Within a world of masks and faces Of all we see and seem.”

“A beau­ti­ful girl in a love­ly world Touches the stars and her wings unfurl.”

“All my days were written in Your book and planned before a single one of them began.Psalm 139:16”

“The world existed to be read. And I read it.”