The inability to communicate one’s thoughts is in very truth the most terrible of all kinds of loneliness.
I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes.
Everyone has a 2am and a 2pm personality. I’m more interested in the monster you become at 2am rather than the human being you pretend to be at 2pm.
I want home to be
a calm place where you and me
can make a new We.
But the pleasant thing is to wake early, throw open the window, and lie reading in bed.