I didnโt want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how freeโโ The peacefulness is so big it dazes you, And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets. It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.
Sylvia PlathI felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.
Sylvia Plath