“With clenched teeth and in front of your eyes which I see even in broad daylight, I can bear anything: Distance, anguish, worry, lack of letters. I can bear anything with you in my heart, and if I once wrote that the days without your letters were terrible, then it was not correct, they were only terribly heavy, the ship was heavy, its draught was terribly deep, nevertheless it still sailed on your side.”—Franz Kafka, from “Letters To Milena" (Schocken, 1990)
“Now, I bring you flowers
I rest them six feet above your face
and wait for the rain to
melt them through the ground
until eventually they might reach you,
so that one day
you might feel the love
I forgot to give you
when I had the chance.”—Niall Donnelly, Anonymous Eulogy (via ratmessiah)
“When I met death too early
I did not pray for you, or beg for time
to peel back like muscle from the bone.
I thought of our child who never was.
Her hair like mine, a blackberry bush of curls.
Your half moon eyes shining
from her face, always giving too much away.
It is my swan song. My final scream.
The cry of women, my good lord.”—-Lady Macbeth Mourns Her Daughter, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)