“I Am A Different Person To Different People. Annoying To One. Talented To Another. Quiet To A Few.

letters to milena // franz kafka

i wonder if i am the only one who talks to her parents Formally...n whenever i get a call ..i literally clears my throat first than picks up call. . . Umm..like if i m talking to some bosss.ss...forget it.

I see my father as cash cow and he sees me as a slave ,not daughter

N mother, well i dont know how a mother's hug feels like...

If someone checks my cellphone , i dont have my father's no. Saved. Though we never call each other..but still. . .

N here i am wondering forever why i keep living, just solely because my eyes do opens Next Day...

Ufff..🙂🙃

-Me🖤

“Date someone who gives you chills just by the way they look into your eyes.”

— Unknown

“At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.”

— Toni Morrison, Tar Baby

“I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.”

— Franz Kafka

Skylust

to fly through silvered clouds

tearing wind

fragile wings

the urge

the need

trapped to the ground

human limitations

oh glorious sky

what would i give to soar

through storms

through clear skies

how could i blame icarus?

free for the first time

to soar

to glide

the burning wax worth the glorious skies

i need not safety

the risk worth the pain

falling to the ocean

flying

soaring

GOD

oh let me fly

let me feel hurricanes rip apart my wings

let my fragile lungs be torn with pressure

not built for the skies

i want to plummet

i want to soar

i want to glide

i want

i want

i want

I have no need for gentleness

freedom is safety to fall with no fear of harm

but harm me

oh harm me dear skies

let lighting dance on my tender flesh

let my limbs be ripped from me

oh only for the flight i desire

let the tears on the inside show

let the mental become physical

anything will do

let me feel the clouds on my skin

oh dear skys

suffocate me

dont be gentle

dont be kind

let me fulfill my skylust for you

ravage me

rip at my hair as i fall

bruise my skin with your frost

leave lashes with your hail

oh let me be your icarus

let me get to close to the sun

rip me away

oh dear

“You can’t live your life for other people. You’ve got to do what’s right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.”

— The Notebook

–I believe there are no authors like Franz Kafka in gen z. If there were, then i would have got my letters by now.

Where's my hero to "The Notebook" ?!?!?! Sleeping?

#not me crying over zero letters in 2021

“Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.”

— Charlotte Brontë