Earphones, music, window seat and boom I am in my main character era
I don't have any coping mechanism. Things hurt me, I sleep. I want to cry, I sleep. My head hurts, I want to sleep. My wardrobe is messy, I want to sleep. My coffee is bitter, I want to sleep. No one loves me, I will just sleep.
Paul Guest, from 1987 // Carol Rifka Blunt from, Tell the wolves I am home.
-Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; “The Friend”
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing
Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma