Things from others.

http://writingsfromwonderland.blogspot.com/p/author.html

"Thoughts flitted about in Anthony’s head like sparrows, their wing-beats mimicking his pulse. A window in his eyes swung open, closed, open, closed, each tenebrous creak wracking his form. His face had crinkled into a blank white sheet. So Peter was not expecting an answer, but it came, whipping out through the rain when nobody was looking.

“I never knew my mother,” Anthony said. “But in many ways, my sister was a mother to me.”
“What was she like?”

“She had lovely hair. It was the colour of canaries, and it spun round her head whenever she laughed.”

“Your sister had birds for hair?” Peter asked, his mouth wide open.

A sad smile glinted at a corner of Anthony’s lip. “She would have loved wings.”

^^This girl is amazing.

Plus a poem/video about how to be alone and handle the silence.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7X7sZzSXYs