"I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness."
— Franz Kafka.
I get pushed more and more with my sighs after entering a forest called you, from which I can’t escape.
“I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how could that be.”
"I want to thank you for never being there. Your absence has forced me to find my own way."
— Counterparts.
Did your heart already turn around?
Your heart that was hurt because of me
Did it harden?
