The idea of love may be exciting, but I find comfort in missing people.

I often catch myself pondering on my response to God if he were to ask why he should let me in when I arrive to heaven.

I have never lost a game of chance. As a newborn I taught toddlers to walk. My license requires no photograph. I see the satellites before they see me. When I enter a room I receive a standing ovation. I can manifest inside jokes with strangers. The old dogs learn tricks from me. God gave me the spare key to the gates of heaven. I set the pigs aflight. When I arrive in Rome they do as I do. I am recognized as a national treasure.  I am the most interesting person in the world.

When I am laying down at night I can tell that the world is my backpack and I am carrying it through space.

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.