Sometimes I just want to walk away
From everything
And never come back
Maybe run into the woods
And never look back
Maybe read a few books
Before my last show
And walk away
Maybe I don’t want another go
Or maybe I wish there was another way
But either I want to walk away
Sway silently into oblivion
Not give anyone anything
Maybe there’s nothing left to give
Or maybe I simply was not meant to live…

“Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.”

- Charles Bukowski / Factotum

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“I know,” she told him gently. “I know you do, and I love you-”

“Then don’t go-

“Draco, please.” She dropped her forehead against his and felt his brow wrinkle against hers. “Enough now.”

He shook his head vehemently. “Why you?”

She sighed and pushed her fingers into his hair, stroking the too-blond strands of his fringe away from his face. “Do you ever think about a future for us?” she asked. “I do, and I don’t want us to have to hide. To run.”

“I would rather run with you than walk alone,” he said.