“If my dream comes true,/Is truth then only a dream?”

“If my dream comes true, Is truth then only a dream?”

“It is upon such stones that men attempt to permanently etch history so they will not exist in a vacuum; it is the final statement after a lifetime of scratching out divisions upon the ground, over ephemeral time itself, merely to give their short journeys meaning, to tell others “I was here – do not forget me, do not let my brief blast dissolve into nothingness.”

“We are supposed to do something with these/Damn hearts of ours, and we are meant to love and be loved.”

“Tell me once more about the eternal surf.”

“We are the daily bread of forlorn lovers, of all who want to believe in love; they cannot live without a taste.”

“I would rather die of love than let love die.”