“I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.”—(via chuckhansen)
Sat in the dark at 30,000 feet, when you’re nowhere and nothing is expected of you, in a sort of limbo, it gets very peaceful, like a cocoon. You’re safe for a while. I wished to stay there for longer, for forever, safe and untouched by the harsh world. But the lights came on and we landed (even though I wished strongly for a giant concrete wall to crash into). Forced back into the world with a large jolt, I disembarked, got the train home and set my alarm for work the next morning. Utterly despondent and praying for my cocoon again.