Get to know the speechless,
Get to know Garbo and Dickinson,
The best of the recluses:
Virgil, Proust, Lee and Pynchon.

There's something about the dark that makes me feel safe,
It readies me to something very familiar,
The silence and white noise I've known for years,
Keep me elated, let me meditate against my fears.

They say, "it's awfully lonely,
Awfully dangerous," to resign in perpetual solitude
Getting used to it shuts you from the beauty of the world;
People around, I say, "It's awfully stressful!"
Alone - I'm cool, calm, collected and beautiful.

A half empty room is more comfortable than a cluttered one;
More peaceful, seeing nothing but things that need to get done.

Fuck small talk! It's shrinking my brain.
I'm fine with my books - at least they have interesting things to say!

I kind of gotten to a habit of stopping things from happening,
Good or bad intention, for me they're all the same.
They devolve quickly once you let them in,
I don't answer the door
Or whenever my phone rings.

If they didn't like me I'd feel perfectly fine,
I've stopped trying to change people's minds.
My business now is convincing myself
That I don't need anyone's help;
From friends and lovers who don't want to stay,
I'll row my boat, and go my own way.

Yet sometimes, all I want is to be held
But no one's around, so I have to do that to myself,
And whisper in the dark, "Everything'll be all right."
If there are arms waiting for me,
Most just want to explore my body;
Taking me to the busiest fair
Then cutting me down in midair,
So why bother - I'll keep myself amused
With my head, my hand and my fickle muse.

There's something about the dark - I feel very safe,
No promises, just me and the blank canvas of fate to paint;
Where I'm at home, and nobody could harm me no more -
Comforting and enveloping,
Like the love I had before.

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Room Half Empty

Fear of the Cross
Mama, Papa is wounded!
The day he fell silent
Letters from Theo
There's something about the dark - I feel safe
Dawn, don't forget me...
Our room has two doors
Blue World

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