In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out.
Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
I know that each one of us travels to love alone,
alone to faith and to death.
I know it. I’ve tried it. It doesn’t help.
Let me come with you.
~Yannis Ritsos
"All night I hear the voice of someone seeking me. All night
you abandon
me slowly…
All night I write luminous messages,
messages of rain, all night
some-one checks for me and I check for someone".