It would be easier
to stop my heartbeat
halt the flow of blood in my veins
easier by far
than to stem this searing torrent
In this love you are like a knife, with which I explore myself.
Most couples find that recalling their past together recharges their relationship in the here and now.
What a thrill to be hidden while someone is looking for you, what a delightful fright to be found. But what a panic when, because you are too well hidden, the others give up looking for you after a while and leave. If you hide too well, the others forget you. You are forced to come out on your own when they don’t want you anymore. Nothing is sadder than having to beg for existence and returning naked among the others.
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via psych-facts)
The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. Do it. Throw yourself.
The tongue like a sharp knife… Kills without drawing blood.
I stay up just late enough until I am just exhausted enough that I can fall into my bed and sink into immediate slumber. Because I can’t stand lying in a bed in a dark room alone with just my thoughts for so many hours and hours.
It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.