"Inside her ribcage city, Lies an abandoned heart hotel, Haunted with the memories, Of a time it once knew well, If you're quiet and imagine, You can hear the closing doors, The forgotten conversations, And the footsteps on the floors, It was open many years ago, When she was still young and naive, Believing if she gave enough, she'd eventually receive, Each day she cleaned and cooked, To ensure comfort for her guests, But as people kept arriving, It grew heavy in her chest, Eventually to hear herself, She almost had to shout, Over the people who had once moved in, And then never moved out, Although they'd faded from her life, Their memories roamed the halls, For she was so afraid of heartbreak, That she clung onto them all, But hotels aren't designed, For everyone who comes, to stay, And when you keep cramming people in, Something's going to give way, And so the story goes, Her heart hotel slowly closed down, She learnt to let things go, And moved into a nicer town, That she's doing so much better, And she owns a cottage now, Where the ones she loves the dearest, Are the only guests she will allow." - e.h.
"There's untamed electricity. Coursing though his veins, And it shocks you when you kiss him, but my god it's worth the pain." - e.h.
"I remember when the world broke in, To rip apart my soul, For years after that one event, I thought myself not whole, My hours were spent with trying, To fix it up with tape and glue, Until one day I discovered, Everyone else was broken too, Here we were with pieces, Of ourselves in both our hands, So fragile and so open, That I began to understand, Maybe I'd been greedy, To want my soul all to myself, When it could be a lot more helpful, In the palms of someone else, Now every time I go somewhere, I leave part of me behind, And collect all of the pieces, Of other's souls that I can find. So when I'm meeting someone new, It's not just me they get, But also tiny fragments, Of all the others that I've met, And my life's become much bigger, Now that it's home to things so small, And if this is what 'broken' means, I do not mind at all. e.h.
"You are so brave and quiet I forget that you are suffering." - Ernest Hemingway
If you catch the train to nowhere, You'll find the strangest man I've met, Who claimed his ears were always ringing, With the sound of his regret, Back then time had not yet taught me Regret was not a sound I knew, So I thought nothing more than silence, Was left by the things you didn't do, He said he hoped the sound of nothing Was the worse I ever heard, Because regret drives you as crazy, As the taste of swallowed words, 'It's a stone thrown in a well,' he mused, And this I've not forgotten: 'It's listening all your life And never hearing it hit the bottom.' " - e.h.
"I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead. Some come from behind. But I've brought a big bat, I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have trouble with me" - dr. seuss
"I fear I will always have to chase the things I want. I'll always have to wonder whether I'm truly wanted or whether I've just been settled for." - Libba Bray "A Great and Terrible Beauty"
"People have a habit of inventing fictions they will believe wholeheartedly in order to ignore the truth they cannot accept." - Libba Bray "The Sweet Far Thing"
" 'I'm not sure if there's one right place I'm supposed to be,' he said, 'but there are a few wrong places I'd give a second try in a heartbeat.' " - Brain Andreas
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