I need stillness, and silence for miles. There are days I need countries of solitude between me or the next person. There are days where I feel like I live in a sound proof room. I want to be left alone, and also held, always, and tightly, and kissed often, on neck, on shoulders, on face. I am a fickle weary girl in a huge house. I love the echo of the emptiness and I wish I could fill every room with choirs of people. I want it all and I want nothing, I want the world and I want just here.