"O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,
The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant,
The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters,
The generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the rulers,
Distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many committees,
Industrial lords and petty contractors, all go into the dark."
"My problems don’t matter when I’m in the horizon.
I am hidden between the lake and the sky.
I look out at the world,
as I sit patiently on the bench.
My body warm under a blanket
and dream of the day I am there.
Between the beauty of it all
where no one can possibly see me."
I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.