This desire to be consumed is indistinguishable.

you're so calm and quiet， but there are things inside you that you never say. i see them sometimes， hiding in your eyes.

I grew up listening to the birds in the morning and the frogs in the evening and I have grown impaired towards silly sounds people make to the world.

Today, I told myself: let’s write and let your thoughts bleed, your mind has held them for far too long. But when I pick up the pen, only you prevail, and these pages turn into love songs.

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I sit lonely in this room with an unbearable need to bleed. I need to write, take flight, but these fingers won’t move, these hands won’t reach, and nothing is coming for me.

I woke up unsoluble from withered agonies. My head was never truly eased even of the dead. I went for the beach and had a nice swim. It calmed me. Perhaps it resembled greeting the waters I could not let flow from within.

I’m afraid my heart will be revealed through the gaps of my fingers.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Still, there was so much hope in this graveyard of a heart. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

Sorry. The universe took the toll on me. And I on you. I was disoriented. I love you.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀海 ⠀⠀⠀辺 ⠀⠀⠀の⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The insoluble distress of ⠀⠀⠀カ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀failing to read and be read. ⠀⠀⠀フ ⠀⠀⠀カ ⠀⠀⠀ 。 ⠀ ⠀

This will hurt. Our love will kill us, no matter how kind; no matter how vile. You’ll put a gun to my head and I’ll pull its trigger for you. You’ll sink your teeth to my skin and I’ll rip my flesh off your mouth. I will bleed and die, and you will drown in this pool.

Kafka had enough of everyone

I hand my life to you. I would love to feel the pierce of my heart when you push a knife through me.