unfortunately if you are an old friend of mine i will always care about you no matter what even if we haven't seen each other in forever because i still remember what you were like 7 years ago and i still remember how it felt to be young with you and i still have a lot of love for you in the back of my mind
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
[text ID: Yesterday I advised you not to write me every day, I still hold the same opinion today and it would be very good for both of us, and so I repeat my advice today even more emphatically- only please, Milena, don't listen to me, and write me every day anyway, it can even be very brief, briefer than today's letters, just 2 lines, just one, just one word, but if I had to go without them I would suffer terribly.]
In the morning, when our love is as tranquil as dew
I will think of two entities
Just Me and You.
Our journey, future, present and past
What our love entails, and how long it will last.
In the afternoon, at the pinnacle of our joy
I will hasten to remind you
That our foes will attempt to destroy
That which, we most cherish and unquestionably enjoy.
In the evening, when we have gained and lost
Our love will still hold firm
By any means or any cost
We will reflect and laugh about memories from our prime
And we will cling firmly on each other’s wrinkled hands
While we wait for our time.
©scars-like-these
“…to seek among phrases and fragments something unbroken—I to whom there is not beauty enough in moon or tree; to whom the touch of one person with another is all, yet who cannot grasp even that, who am so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves
the pain is unlike anything I could have ever imagined.
104 posts