"How fascinating it is that there are millions of people all over the world who are wide awake at 4 am missing someone. And there are millions of people sound asleep at 4 am, with no idea that they’re being missed."
"Tag! You are it. You run after the thought, you attempt to touch it, but sometimes it’s simply hiding. It has found a sweet spot. It, and you then, inhabit a moment of legendary dislodging. You hover in the between world, gripped in terror and wonder as time scrapes by glacier slow and loud as ice breaking up. Someone will call you in for dinner, light will sharpen, golden, then dull, birds rise up, and then fall silent around you, the crumbs you laid out to find your way back with are lost to the night, the night which is searching for you, there, tucked in between a fence and shrub, or behind a garden shed. Life can be so wonderfully fluid: it is perhaps your turn, or you are the one hiding. Does it matter? Do we ever know?"
"I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dog’s. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself: "Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt."
Blyth Baird, Theories About the Universe (via neonchills)