" Lonely people have enthusiasms which cannot always be explained. When something strikes them as funny, the intensity and length of their laughter mirrors the depth of their loneliness, and they are capable of laughing like hyenas. When something touches their emotions, it runs through them… awakening feelings that gather into great armies.
— Mark Helprin, Winter’s Tale
(Source: wordsnquotes.com, via ddeardevil)
" And at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells.
— Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince (via listentothestories
Let me be clear:
this poem is not for you.
I saw you today
and turned right around,
felt all the breath seep out of my lungs,
deflated like a blow-up pool,
faded opaque so I was simply
a trick of light;
walked back home,
stripped down to my shuddering skin
and let the shower burn holes into my back.
I cannot look at you without seeing ghosts.
I keep the closet locked, speed past
the cemeteries, and keep a rosary wrapped
around my windowsill, but you are still here.
And I understand that heartache is not an excuse
for letting myself disappear,
but this is right now.
I just need one more day.
— Schuyler Peck, Running Into Him and Running Away