I take off my hands and I give them to you but you don't want them, so I take them back and put them on the wrong way, the wrong wrists.
Pain is what we carry upon our shoulders, love is being silent about the weight.
Turne thou ghost that way, and let mee turne this, and let our selves benight our happiest day.
So I close my heart to old ends and open it to new beginnings.
To sleep, perchance to dream.
You can see a person's whole life in the cancer they get.
But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem.
You cannot say something about something without revealing something about yourself.
I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.
And like a colourful bloom of temporary lights on the sky, you will shine.