"How About If I Sleep A Little Bit Longer And Forget All This Nonsense."

"How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense."

Franz Kafka, Metamorphosis.

(Artwork by Liza Sivakova.)

"Let me pull myself out of these waters. But they heap themselves on me; they sweep me between their great shoulders; I am turned; I am tumbled; I am stretched, among these long lights, these long waves, these endless paths, with people pursuing, pursuing."

-Virginia Woolf, The Waves.-

Many moments in life are overlooked. We don't capture their essence because they are frequent, familiar and routine-esque. So they go by without meaning, without quality because we are impatient. Going to the beach by yourself, sitting on a bench in some garden, sitting by the window, music on the back as you watch everything outside moving, walking down some street with your friend, not necessarily talking, looking at your mother in the kicthen...etc. Moments like these when you let them be, let them sink and give yourself to them; they offer therapy, serenity, healing and they bring meaning all along. All you have to do is surrender and become the moment. Your day, your schedules, your work, your studies, your occupations and distractions will be done, finished, and taken care of sooner or later. Don't let them finish you, that's all.

"You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state."

-Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎-

(Artwork by ratsandlilies.art.)

(Can we also TALK ABOUT FLEABAG. I love that show.)

"But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing."

-Virginia Woolf, The Waves-

To pine: to languish, to lose flesh or wear away through distress. A painful longing.

(Artwork by @zarydoesart )

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen

As others saw—I could not bring

My passions from a common spring—

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow—I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone—

And all I lov'd—I lov'd alone—

-Alone by Edgar Allan Poe-

(Artwork by Edouard Kingman.)

"And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking."

-Virginia Woolf, The Waves.-

(Artwork by Malcolm T. Liepke.)