The flash of her eyes had been succeeded by a dreamy and melancholy softness; they no longer gave the impression of looking at the objects around her: they appeared always to gaze beyond, and far beyond – you would have said out of this world.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

We shared a joint and smoke billows in the way walls collapse
I told him I don’t believe in the concept of time
but I counted the seconds we were one
in my head.

Elka Tolhoek, “A Message To The Man Who Cheated On His Girlfriend With Me: I Liked You, You Fucking Arsehole