Toni Morrison. Beloved (№ 162536)

There is a loneliness that can lull it to sleep. Arms crossed on chest, knees raised, and swaying with it, unlike the pitching of the ship, soothes the soul and lulls. It comes from within and envelops you tightly like leather. There is such a loneliness that is like coming from the outside. It will not lull. It is alive and exists independently, in itself. It dries and expands, capturing everything around so that even the sound of my own steps like wafted to you from the side.