Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.
Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely,
and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers.
Tove Jansson, from ‘Sculptor’s Daughter’.
I was waiting for darkness. darkness, not death. I wanted out.
“There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds.”
— Sylvia Plath