Voluntary withdrawal.
Into thistle thorns
to places where no one else goes.
Finding our solaces as before, yet now complete and not alone.
With those who stay beside me in safety and care for ourselves,
Still, we lose and leave, gathering pieces of ourselves.
#OnePicPoet # 100
At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favorite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully.
Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.
The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."
Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.
During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.
Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned to Berlin.
"It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.
Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "My travels have changed me." the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.
A year later Kafka died.
Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:
Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way.
✨🙌🏾💫
She is a moon lover, always a moon lover. Why wouldn't she? The moon has always been her lover too.
She's a star kisser, always a star kisser. Why wouldn't she? The stars always showed her that even when the moon takes a moment to rest, they still have her back.
And that's the fate of someone like her, a creature of soft darkness and dazzling light, with sharp edges and tender feelings, wandering between the violence of being alive and the sweetness of the numbness that sometimes takes over her heart and soul.
“Soft Darkness, Dazzling Light”🩸🥀
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She runs
Into those woods again
So deeply
I let her go
I will not dampen her wild spirit again
She is the falcon
She does not belong in this world
It does not deserve her
Only CC can hold her
I watch the gate
I hold the keys
Whoa to those who get past me
Worse awaits them