Sometimes I get it right, but I get it wrong more often. Am I humble about my mistakes or do they breed insecurity in me? I admit to being a very insecure person and I have no idea how I got this way.

Life goes on, and on and on; sometimes it feels like an endless punishment and rarely, it feels like a magician showing me his tricks.

I dream at night about both good and evil, but evil dominates. That is because mankind is on the precipice of disaster. Not just now but always.

Who knows if anyone else is awake; I can only know that I am not.

Sleepwalking is an exercise whereby we avoid the reality of love.

Occasionally the sun shines directly into my heart and it is then that I write.

Dark days are waiting for someone to recognize the truth in them. Someone has to acknowledge that the darkness is always within.

I write because there is nothing better to do. When I am sleepwalking I am not a writer, but a consumer.

The world spins on and so do the lies.

Is there a way out of the mystery? I think not.

Stop shooting arrows into your own heart.

Stop now and then to replenish the energy that you are constantly losing.

Dream of reality and reality dreams of you.

When you run out of questions, you also run out of answers. Either way, you are emptiness itself.

Vicki Woodyard