“Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties — all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion — these are the places where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.” - David Foster Wallace

The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know it did damage Cus the look in your eyes is killin’ me I’m guessin’ you’re at an advantage Cus you could blame me for everything And I don’t know how I’ma manage If one day you just up and leave.

“In fact, were it given to our human eye to see into the consciences of others, we would judge a man much more surely from what he dreams than from what he thinks. There is will in the thought, there is none in the dream. Even in the gigantic and the ideal, the dream, which is completely spontaneous, takes and keeps the form of our mind. Nothing springs more directly and more sincerely from our innermost souls than our unreflected and indefinite aspirations, much more than in ideas, which are structured, studied, and compared, can we find the true character of each man. Our chimeras are most like us. Each of us dreams the unknown and the impossible according to his own nature.” -Victor Hugo

He told me to flee human connection so that became a way of life for me.

“Thought must always contain an element of desire, but there is none in dreaming. The dream, which is wholly spontaneous, adopts and preserves, even in our utmost flights of fancy, the pattern of our spirit; nothing comes more truly from the very depths of the soul than those unconsidered and uncontrolled aspirations to the splendours of destiny. It is in these, much more than in our reasoned thoughts, that a man’s true nature is to be found. Our imaginings are what most resemble us. Each of us dreams of the unknown and the impossible in his own way.” -Victor Hugo

Your brown eyes are my blue skies. They light up the rivers that the birds fly over. Better not to quench your thirst. Better not to be the first one diving in, though you caught me and you know why you breathe in the deepest part of the water.

What’s the matter? You hurt yourself? Opened your eyes and there was someone else? Now i’ve got you in the undertow. Now i’ve got you in the undertow. Why you wanna blame me for your troubles? Ah ah ah you better learn your lesson yourself. Nobody ever has to find out what’s in my mind tonight.

Let tonight pass us by. Do you really want to be the one to fight? And i said “You’re better not to light that fire. It will take you to the darkest part of the weather.”

What’s the matter? You hurt yourself? Opened your eyes and there was someone else? Now i’ve got you in the undertow. Now i’ve got you in the undertow. Why you wanna blame me for your troubles? Ah ah ah you better learn your lesson yourself. Nobody ever has to find out what’s in my mind tonight. Nobody ever has to find out what’s in my mind tonight.

Nobody in my mind. Nobody in my mind. I feel it in my heart tonight.

I laid on the floor, pressing in my eyes. Seeing little lights. These are the decisions that only one could make I wanted to stay home but i went running running running running from the troubles running running running running from the troubles running running running running from the troubles runningrunningrunningrunningrunningrunningrunningrunningrunningrunning

What’s the matter? You hurt yourself? Opened your eyes and there was someone else? Now i’ve got you in the undertow Now i’ve got you so why you wanna blame me for your troubles? Ah ah ah you better learn your lesson yourself. Nobody ever has to find out what’s in my mind tonight.

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