A few words (to you)

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'May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.'       ~Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

'I've spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.'
~Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

"It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves."
~Franz Kafka, The Trial

'I am a cage in search of a bird.'

~Franz Kafka

'This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself and this world, without tearing myself into pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.'

~Franz Kafka, Diaries 1910-1923

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If only I could reach out my hand and touch you through time and space, just like you do it to me
And what would you say, think, how would you look at this world, that is so different from yours? (and yet somehow remained the same)
Would you be surprised, amazed or shocked? Or rather none of that?
And would you like to talk to me and could you be truly happy even if just for a moment?-S.