And then one day—you don’t know how or when it happened—you realize it’s gone. Lost. And you ache for it. You’d give anything to find it again. To have it back with you, where it was always supposed to be.

This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.

I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.