excerpts

"Letters to Milena," by Franz Kafka.

I will start living. I will start living.

I have the fingerprints of your love all over my heart. You touch me without touching me, and I feel it in my bones.

it’s december, everything is changing! and so am i.

You are so good. Why do you deny yourself of life’s beauty?

we can't decide: pull it out, or leave it in? bleed to death, or live with it?

I will not mention the last time I saw you. My mouth, so far from yours, I said I am afraid I will spend entire years trying not to need you. As if I wasn’t certain. As if this wasn’t my confession.

In the dream I don’t tell anyone, you put your head in my lap.

Sometimes, you just want something so hard you have to lie about it, so you can hold it in your mouth for a minute, how real hunger has a real taste.

It was the sound of her living voice that shocked him, and he felt to see if her heart was going and it was.

Good morning. I’m letting today happen to me out of pure curiosity

I can’t hold enough of you in my hands.

I NEED YOU. YOU CAN KEEP ME ON THIS EARTH. BE VIGILANT. I LOVE YOU.

I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

How do I look away now that I’ve seen you?

And if life is repeated a thousand times / Still you, you, and again, you.

There are times, dearest, when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.

أفسِحَ ليّ ضِلعيكَ ، أودُ الخلودّ في موطني Make space in your ribs (chest) for me, I would like to reside eternally in my home country

the sun (1909) edvard munch

a single star is uttered, and i think of you