Why Kafka? need edits

I love his corners and cracks. I love his deep despair and helplessness. I float down in the depths of his self loathing. I love him as a child for the first time he is always brand new and mysterious and shining. I love every atom and molecule that he is made up of. I want to breath him in. I accept his bacteria and flora. His sweetness and his slime. I accept the thinness of his arms and the sway in his spine. I accept the way his ears are uneven. And if we do not last then forever I will find ways to say I love you, forever. I will know that I was capable of loving like Gods--of myself and separate from any body.