When it all goes quiet behind my eyes, I see everything that made me lying around in invisible pieces. When I look too hard, it goes away. And when it all goes quiet, I see they are right here. I see that I’m a little piece in a big, big universe. And that makes things right.
"I cannot bear to leave you, because you will forget, I will forget…" by The Journals of Sylvia Plath.
"She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs, pansies and rosemary – and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud…" by F. L. B.