“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.” - Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
A paradoxically visceral imagery of conveying conflicted human expressions. Like a sculptor chipping away at the stone, we grapple with these ineffable feelings transcending reasons. Each word penned is a fragile vessel, attempting to carry the weight of what is felt and what can be expressed, yet passion thrives quietly within, fuelling the unceasing quest. A pursuit endlessly captivating, forever unfinished.
Melting behind the shadows, a clarion call
Of smoldering desire, palpating whisper,
And trembling defiance!
Lost in the labyrinth of frenzied lust,
Igniting sparks on the way, flickering freedom
Of the most intimate kind!
Plunging into the depths, clawing the valleys,
Shattering in the squirming and thrumming
Of soothing darkness!
Like a moth drawn to the flame, embracing oblivion,
Walls echoing the primal rhythm
Of engulfing fervor!
Buckling under the tenacious vines of indulgence,
The fortress of inhibition, crushing under
The simmering intoxication!
Come, undone! unleash the irreverent wild,
Let the flames consume in untamed sway,
Even in ashes, passion burns!
