"There are dreamers and there are realists in the world. You think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often than not, the opposite is true.

You see the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun. And the realists?

Well without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground."

-Cam, Modern Family Season 3: Episode 9 - Punkin Chunkin

The Lost Boys are groggy and blurry-eyed, woken up by their over enthusiastic housemate, ever so hopeful for an early run to the doughnut shop for a morning sweet fix. The smell of coffee fills the air--cups of wake-me-ups prepared with pumpkin spice, the flavors of autumn.

Wrapped up in thick sweaters and scarves (with the exception of L who decided to journey in his footed pajamas), we trekked single file out the door and were immediately greeted by Winter, whispering cold air. Complaints and grumblings break the silence of five thirty am. The street lights illuminate the dense fog that seems to linger only at our end of the apartment complex. Trees rustle quietly and darkness grows. The roads are empty of the usual bustle of humanity, of technology.

It's a short walk and we reach the shop fairly quickly. The display case is lined with trays of sweets fresh from the oven, glazed donuts winking beneath the glass--the breakfast of gods! Ok, well maybe not, but the crullers are pretty amazing.

"Perhaps this wasn't such a crazy idea after all," someone relented.

Brand New - Jesus Christ

I really, really like this song.  Eternal Playlist Worthy. 

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone that could save
If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle

Do you believe you're missing out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through

And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won't know anyone

Well Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.

Well Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?

Do I divide and fall apart?
Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
And the ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands

I know you'll come in the night like a thief
But I've had some time alone to hold my lies inside me
I know you think that I'm someone you can trust
But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up

So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try

I know you'll come for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails
Tongue tied in hate factories

But we all got wood and nails
Tongue tied in hate factories
Yeah, we all got wood and nails
Tongue tied in hate factories
Yeah, we all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine

Sometimes he likes to sleep this way.

生日快樂阿婆

好掛住你呀.

You talk about your feelings, your situation, your thoughts to others when all you really need is a hug from the right person. We all want to be held--to be held in arms, to be held in respect. To be held with love.

That's why no matter how you try to cope, you don't feel better. When was the last time you felt touched? It's a terrible thing to be alone inside, I understand.

I'll be damned if I turn out to be another cliché.

But really, that's exactly what I am--we all are because we want the same things in the end, and there's no shame in that. Originality may be lost, but the meaning remains, although it does vary.

The difference lies in how we express ourselves.