It's hard sometimes, relationships aren't easy. You just have to work at it everyday. Can't expect everything to be perfect all the time, and can't get shaken when it isn't. If there's a moment when i feel like i'm in prison, I just have to think about all those moments when it feels safe, and remind myself that those moments outweigh the prison moments.
Being alone is the prison, just thinking about yourself, just trapped in this fucking vortex, always watching yourself. Which, i suppose, is okay if you're interesting. The truth is: nobody is that interesting.
Oh, please. If you like following people so much, why don't you join the CIA or the Moonies? Or why don't you go to the actual fucking moon and mind your own moon business, you … freak!
(Quoting Daddy's Book) There is no death, there is only birth and birth and birth and birth. Consider the trees, that allow the birds to pirch and fly away, without calling them back. If your heart can be like a tree, you'll be close to the way. When the multitude laughs at you, you are blessed. This is what Daddy wants us to know: I depart as air. I shake my white locks at the runaway sun. I bequeath my self to the dirt, to grow from the grass I love. If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am, or what I mean, but I shall be good health to you nevertheless. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere, waiting for you. [From Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass]
Friends. [Arthur moves forward to hug Ruth, but she kisses him. Arthur pulls away surprised and runs out of the room. Some children run into the kitchen. Ruth places a tray of snacks on the table] You'll have to help yourselves. I'm out of control.
I care for you, Arthur. I care for your music. I care for your hankies. And I won't deny it because that would be a lie. But if you want me to leave, I will, because that's your choice. Because I choose you.
