Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
My heart is an unmade bed;
it might look messy, but I swear
it’s a safe place to rest.