Hey, hey lone wanderer
sew your backpack back together
pieces of you
have fallen out
nobody can pick them up for you
so trace your steps in reverse
and fill your trouser pockets
with all you’ve ever been
I know the difficulty of climbing
with the weight
but hey, lone wanderer
didn’t you know the mountains
are only for the fragmented
so be fascinated
with the exquisiteness of you
just remember not to lose
on the way
Still, the longer I was around her, the more I could see the colours of her mind and the recesses of her heart. There was a beast in there. But there was also a girl who was afraid of being a beast, and who wondered if other people had beasts in their hearts too. There was strength, and there was also just the determination to look strong. She guarded herself like a secret.
Learn from everyone. Follow no one. Watch for patterns. Work like hell.
find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.
Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.