Sheena

“It is June. I am tired of being brave.”
― Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

“where will we go next, when there are no more wildernesses?”
― Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry

“He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
― W.H. Auden, Collected Poems

“I thought I might become someone else in time, grafted on to something better and stronger. And then I saw that the running away was a running towards. An effort to catch up with my fleet-footed self, living another life in a different way.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry