The fear to live, the fear to leave
“No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with […]
Dearest, this is a poem in breaks like our kisses on the edge- we both are at home, homeless- we both are in love, loveless. Our hearts are as dark as the creases of the bedsheet at 3:30 a.m. and we wonder why we shone […]