#glarakia

[lforlimbo]

“I’m tired, can’t think of a thing, and my sole wish is to lay my head in your lap, feel your hand on my head, and stay that way through all eternity-

Yours”

✉ Franz Kafka

Letters to Milena

[lforlimbo]

From a Notebook That Burned 1. I don't write poems— I break windows with syllables. 2. Love me cruelly. Kindness wears too much perfume. 3. Don’t say my name. Say the air around it. 4. Your silence— a knife that went missing but left a scar anyway. 5. Your shoulder held more warmth than the sun ever learned 6. I chose you because ruin felt honest. 7. What you called “madness” was just honesty— without its gloves on. 8. A bird in winter doesn’t pray— it endures with hollow bones and a song anyway. 9. Some mornings, the bird returns— not for me, just for the silence I’ve kept. 10. Even wings get tired of saving what was never meant to fall. The Shameless poems 2023-2025

[lforlimbo]

“We sit and talk, quietly, with long lapses of silence and I am aware of the stream that has no language, coursing beneath the quiet heaven of your eyes which has no speech”