"I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two every day running alone, not speaking to anyone, as well as four or five hours alone at my desk, to be neither difficult nor boring. I’ve had this tendency ever since I was young, when, given a choice, I much preferred reading books on my own or concentrating on listening to music over being with someone else. I could always think of things to do by myself."
— Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running.
There is something about the stars
When you stare up at them
Feel your soul leave your body and float into the ocean of lights
Nothing is right, and nothing is wrong
And as silent grace overcomes your entire being
Your soul begins to wander
But the world isn’t done with you yet
No, not quite just yet
Do not judge the cold of the moonless night without first experiencing the warmth of the shining sun
“A heart made of full metal …”