Do you realize that happiness makes you cry?

I left a good part of my childhood in a hotel room with a pretty girl in the bed. I left the place of hug fantasies and skated past whiteness, where snow became indistinguishable from clouds.

A religious experience is coursing through my veins, seeded amongst overpriced cashews and condiments with special names, but blossoming hours into the future, for I am in the future now.

Oddly, I've got a Heart song stuck in my head.