Adina

“I embrace the rain like no one else and I call for storms because I live for the moments when I get through to the other side with all my organs intact.
I change with the seasons and the seasons live in me, depending on the weather as if it's something to be trusted. I don't feel safe unless I'm far below or high above, near the ocean, or climbing the mountain. Where I can't be reached or seen by anyone or anything and not even myself, because it seems to me that these voices in my head get louder just to kill the noise from the outside,
and so I need to go away from time to time.
You will never see me surrender, never see me cry, but you will often see me walk away. Turn around and just leave, without looking back.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

“The trees were still, bodyless and motionless as reflections now that the wind had dropped; waiting pagan and untroubled by rumors of immortality for winter and death. Far, far away across the October earth a dog howled, and the mellow long sound of a horn wavered about her, filling the air like a disturbance of still waters, then was absorbed into silence again leaving the dark world motionless about her, quiet and slightly sad and beautiful. Possum hunters, she thought, and wondered as it died away if she had heard any sound at all.”
― William Faulkner, Uncollected Stories

“I long for the days
Of pumpkins and ghosts;

When the dead use homes
And people as hosts.”
― E. Reyes, Devil's Hill: An Anthology

“I couldn't be here anymore. I couldn't be in me. But I couldn't be anywhere else, either. I had nowhere else to go.”
― Elisabeth Thomas, Catherine House