Helena

“Lonely, ain't it?
Yes, but my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else's. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain't that something? A secondhand lonely.”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“The birds chattered merrily on the wet brown branches. Daffodils sunned out among the headstones. How alive it all seemed, and how gracious-to die in an era when your death bought you a brief moment at the centre of something. To be important, rather than one of millions.”
― Alice Winn, In Memoriam

“Poor Elly, he thought, as he fell. It’s so much harder to be left behind.”
― Alice Winn, In Memoriam

“any sec I could step off a cliff

I think I've always felt this way

the smoke makes it clear”
― Henry Hoke, Open Throat