Extreme Emotions

Kafka appeased me and said that I could have all and even have love. He surrendered to my pain and said that the Universe is willing to change its rules so I can think all the evil and hateful thoughts about me and someone will still think the world of me. He says, “there is love truer than the truth.” “Yes,” he said, “and you can have them in your arms. “Yes, and hear their voices.” He wept from the doubt in his own words.

And in my desperation, I cried, “I want you. I want all of you always and forever. I want to bathe in your mind and you in mine. I want to dive to the bottom of the deepest place in this Universe and then float back up holding hands. And if it Is Felice that you want to be with, and she with you, I will fill the gaps in. I said, “I will fall in love with a living being and be happy just so you will be happy, but I will never, I cannot ever, I do not want to, or wish to, and most certainly cannot think of loving another person as I love you.” Anyone but myself,