Die Liebesfälscher.

I shall think of you at sunset, and at sunrise, again; and at noon, and forenoon, and afternoon, and always, and evermore, till this little heart stops beating and is still.

I wish you could be free in August. You can imagine that, at least! A whole month, far from the world, in the heat, the sun, the laziness, the intimacy of the body! I burst with life and desire when I think about it.

“After all, belief was like glass - once broken it could be pieced back together but the fissures would always be there.”

August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun and the lilies again are spread across the water.

"It never really goes away, the longing for the life not lived, because isn’t that part of how we come to know ourselves too? Through what we lack as much as what we have, all we dream but do not hold. Some desires have no resolution."