No one loves us here, let’s go to Mars.
M.F. MoonzajerTag: love loneliness alone lonely mars
She was alone.
She missed him immediately.
Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.
Jean RhysAnd then the days came when I was alone.
Jean RhysQuite alone. No voice, no touch, no hand....How long must I lie here? For ever? No, only for a couple of hundred years this time, miss....
Jean RhysI can be alone without being lonely. In fact, those times of solitude are necessary respite for a beleaguered soul, set upon by the pressures of life. I need to take whatever moments I can to just be still.
Steve GoodierTag: solitude loneliness alone self-awareness stillness lonely meditation aloneness solitude-practice
Drunk forever dreaming you with or without you
M.F. MoonzajerTag: love dreaming alone drunk forever
We are all alone; the difference is someone of us in the bed and some of us on the street.
M.F. MoonzajerTag: difference alone bed street
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
Blurred out lines
from hangovers
to coffee
another vagabond
lost to love.
Tag: love alone heartbreak coffee hangover london city broken-hearted left berlin the-glass-child vagambond
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
Blurred out lines
from hangovers
to coffee
Another vagabond
lost to love.
4am alone and on my way.
These are my finest moments.
I scrub my skin
to rid me from
you
and I still don’t know why I cried.
It was just something in the way you took my heart and rearranged my insides and I couldn’t recognise the emptiness you left me with when you were done. Maybe you thought my insides would fit better this way, look better this way, to you and us and all the rest.
But then you must have changed your mind
or made a wrong
because why did you
leave?
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
I replace cafés with crowded bars and empty roads with broken bottles
and this town is healing me slowly but still not slow or fast enough because there’s no right way to do this.
There is no right way to do this.
There is no right way to do this.
Tag: growing-up alone coffee breakup city broken-hearted break-up berlin hang-over
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