wanderlust

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.

They were lovely, your eyes, but you didn’t know where to look.

Fall in love with the person who enjoys your madness, not an idiot who forces you to be normal.

“I was punished for clinging. I clung. I clutched all those I loved; I clutched at the lovely moments of life; my hands closed upon every full hour. My arms were always tight and craving to embrace: I wanted to embrace and hold the light, the wind, the sun, the night, the whole world. I wanted to caress, to heal, to rock, to lull, to surround, to encompass. And I strained and I held so much that they broke; they broke away from me. Everything eluded me then. I was condemned not to hold.”

I told myself if I had nothing the world couldn’t touch me.

“I grieved and saw how ethereal and unnecessary I had been.”