When?

Plath

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel
you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter—
they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept
in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

Lenkiewicz

L. Cohen

Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you're tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty.