Jul 25, 2025
✉️ kafka to milena // fragments of a haunted heart
you are the knife
i turn inside myself.
that is love.
i write to you not as a man,
but as a ghost
inked into the paper,
aching in silence.
you are too high above me
for my love to ever reach you.
and maybe that’s the only way
i know how to love:
from afar,
with longing that never touches
but burns endlessly.
i no longer want to know
what’s happening in your world.
because i can no longer
bear not knowing.
you are
the most beautiful pain
i’ve ever called mine.
