“Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.”
— Vladimir Nabokov
“...Things I hold most dear: music, nature, poetry, solitude.”
Marina Tsvetaeva in a letter to Boris Pasternak
“If it hurts more than it makes you happy then take the lesson and leave. Listen, it’s going to be OK. Some people are only rehearsals for the real thing.”
— Beau Taplin
i scream
i open my mouth
it's quiet
it felt like you threw me
so far from myself
i've been trying to find my way back ever since
Silent walls
Invisible walls
Social walls
Internal walls
to hight to climb
i cannot reach
{Franz Kafka Letters to Milena/ Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks}
i’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.