Joanne

“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”
― John Donne, No man is an island – A selection from the prose

“To the winter forest
And nowhere to go
This girl runs
From all she knows

The pressure rises to the top
The pressure rises (it won't stop)

They want your body
They want your soul
They want fake smiles
That's rock and roll
The wolves surrond you
A fever dream
The wolves surrond you
So start the scream

Howl, into the night,
Howl, until the light,
Howl, your turn to fight,
Howl, just make it right
Howl howl howl howl

(Motherfucker)

You can't fight fo ever
You have to comply
If your life isn't working
You have to ask why

Remember
When we were young enough
Not to fear tomorrow
Or mourn yesterday
And we were just
Us
And time was just
Now
And we were in
Life
Not rising through
Like arms in a sleeve
Because we had time
We had time to breathe

The bad times are here
The bad times have come
but life can't be over
When it hasn't begun
The lake shines and the water's cold
All that glitters can turn to gold
Silence the music to improve the tune
Stop the fake smiles and howl at the moon

Howl, into the night,
Howl, until the light,
Howl, your turn to fight,
Howl, just make it right

Howl howl howl howl”
― Matt Haig, The Midnight Library

“No man is an island, entire of itself.”
― John Donne, No man is an island – A selection from the prose