"she has such an awful lot of armies, quite a lovely army all her own, night & day they stand before her fortress, very safe, but very all alone"
she shuts out people, it keeps her safe from heartache but she's lonely. pain is how you know you're alive, and you can't feel wonder with nothing to contrast it with.
also love: "damn the angry voice that keeps us quiet, the editor whose work is never done, keeping pretty words between my teeth and sweet confessions underneath my tongue"
"she has such an awful lot of armies, quite a lovely army all her own, night & day they stand before her fortress, very safe, but very all alone" she shuts out people, it keeps her safe from heartache but she's lonely. pain is how you know you're alive, and you can't feel wonder with nothing to contrast it with. also love: "damn the angry voice that keeps us quiet, the editor whose work is never done, keeping pretty words between my teeth and sweet confessions underneath my tongue"