32. I’m a lover without a lover.
33. I’m lovely and lonely.
34. I belong deeply to myself.
Warsan Shire, from “Excuses For Why We Failed At Love”
You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone’s so shocked or impressed that you’re baring your soul, while to you it’s nothing, because you know you’ve twenty more layers to go.
Craig Thompson, Carnet de Voyage
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.