A little owl ♡

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

"The day is so short. It goes by and ends with you and apart from you there are only trifles. There is such a short time for me to write to the real Milena, because the more real Milena has been here all day in the room, on the balcony, in the clouds."

“I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.”

“Yours

In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.

“Your letters arrived today together, at noon, they aren’t there to be read, but to be unfolded, to rest one’s face on while losing one’s mind.”

“I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.”

“Because I love you (you see, I do love you, you dimwit, my love engulfs you the way the sea loves a tiny pebble on its bed—and may I be the pebble with you, heaven permitting) I love the whole world and that includes your left shoulder—no, the right one was first and so I’ll kiss it whenever I want to (and whenever you’re kind enough to pull down your blouse a little)”

“I have fallen in love with poems,paintings and songs. But it is true indeed my love, you are the most beautiful art form of all.”

nobody:

“I’d love to be a bird or bee, that whether hum or sing, still might be near you.”