So, now I shall talk every night.

 

“So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the 🌙. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold 🌙, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the 🌙, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down.”

- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath