H a s e e b .

"...the perfume of your soul."

I exist in two places.

I think of you with the most excruciating tenderness.

I adore the texture of your mind.

From early in the morning until now at twilight I had been walking up and down my room.

False and true, false in sighing, true in attachment, in trust, in security. Restless heart.

Book trade museum. Can't contain myself in the presence of all the books.

What are you? I am miserable. I have two little boards screwed against my temples.

"Look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear."

“First we feel. Then we fall.”

“I left not knowing. I keep leaving. I leave, with longing so flawed, I eat even my elusions.”

“Give me a few days of peace in your arms—I need it terribly. I’m ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world.”

“The sky flashes. The sea yearns. I myself am hell.”

“I gnaw myself. I lose hope. And my mind is burning.”

“Heal my anxiety, for it flashes from darkness to hope and chews me up inside.”