I think about too much of the world at once

“But I always thought you’d come back, tell me all you found was heartbreak and misery it’s hard for me to say, I’m jealous of the way you’re happy without me.”

“We look at cycles and call it something new We think every broken heart has never happened before We think suffering is unique to us, limited in our ability to separate now from always Beautiful music comes from horrible times Seasons get colder and lovers fade and we take it all so seriously Sometimes we cannot even move now Due to the crushing weight of productivity Everything at our fingertips We no longer understand how to touch something like it’s a precious moment But I want to try To learn the names of the moments And let them go And see the beautiful things everywhere We don’t see the colours of the leaves because there are so many We just call it a ‘tree’, like we even know what that means, like it’s not magic Absolute magic. It is absolute magic.”

“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.”

“I’m quite happy,“ she said. “Maybe not in the way others are, but that’s not my business. I found my happiness by sitting in a quiet place, at home or under a tree, where the noise of this world can’t reach me, while others go out in search of exactly the sort of noise I’m trying to escape.”