"The Woods Are Lovely,

"The woods are lovely,

Dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep."

_Robert Frost, Stoping by Woods on a Snowy Evening_

(Artwork by Angel Boligán Corbo.)

"This is one moment, But know that another Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy."

-T.S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral-

(Melancolie by Albert György.)

Groping lovers:

You look at me

And I at you,

Your eyes wear an incomprehensible language

And mine are devoid of all language.

I do not understand you

But I feel you.

You do not feel me

But you understand me.

We look further, farther into each other

We unearth moments, details and memories,

It's hopeless, we taste the dust that remains.

And still the wall of silence between us

Is mightier than ever,

Yet our hunger for communication

For connection is mightier for ever.

Perhaps we cannot read each other

Perhaps the silence and all language

Is not enough to contain the way of love

We birthed for each other.

Perhaps we should part ways

And look somewhere else

into someone else

And there maybe we might find each other

Again.

But we must promise to cling into each other,

Mustn't we!

Or perhaps, let's be honest for once and ever,

That there's no perhaps for is in this life.

Let's turn back, hunch our backs in sorrow,

Look away.

Although we are meant to grope somewhere else,

I will always look for you

Anywhere

Anytime

For you are my someone and I am yours

And the way of love we birthed for each other

Is as otherworldly as ever.

@kafkaesquebibliomaniac

(Artwork by Carmackart.)

One year cannot

measure your pain as well as your joy for you are immeasurable. You neither wasted time nor missed anything else. You lived, you loved, you tried, you lost, you gained, you fell, you stood up for yourself. You do not know what comes next but you have, in your guts, what it takes to survive the immeasurableness of life, because you are more than what you think of yourself and more than what people perceive of you. You are immeasurable. You are not lost. You shall be be found is due time.

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"My life is tears

and a fond heart،

longing, a book of poetry and a lute."

_A Life by Fudwa Tuqan_

"حياتي دموع

وقلب ولوع،

وشوق ، وديوان شعر ، وعود."

_حياة لفدوى الطوقان_

(Artwork Night Fall by Quang Ho.)

You become so afraid

That you are willing

To surrender your desires

And crawl back into

A sheer safety amid your fears.

@kafkaesquebibliomaniac

(Artwork by Anne Magill.)