cafe de flore-wright

If I’m walking the streets of a city covering every square inch of the continent, all its lights out and empty of people, even then you are there. If I’m walking the streets overwhelmed with this love for the living, I will still be a blizzard at sea. Since you left me at eight I have always been a lonely star – far from the person right next to me, but closer to me than my bones, you,
you are there.
Franz Wright