"I have a butterfly for a heart, it bumbles and flutters.. flying like a little lover of stars. It lands on your finger, in your chest, and it lingers a little longer on your vest.. it flies to the heavens and back with wishes on it's little back, and then.. well, then it feeds off of the pollen of your smile as a snack. And then it mates with your soul to sedate the moons glow, saying let the love flow.."
If I had a butterfly for a heart, I wouldn't mind if it was in your stomach - eUë
She wished to stop all that she has to endure
I hate you because I love you.
I finally realized that I need her, that I want to see her and talk to her about all kinds of things. But I haven't been able to track her down. I suppose I should have started looking for her a lot sooner. It might have been much easier then.
—Tengo
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84, Book 2
"I sense that I am slowly letting go. That I'm growing less in love with you every single day. I think that's the most difficult thing about losing someone you've loved, the way you feel never really dies all at once. All you can do is wait and watch it fade away one day at a time."
- Beau Taplin
“Kiss me, my beloved, peel my heart down to the core,
Your lips are as sweet as cherry wine, pour me some more.”
at this point i only need you in my life if you’re here to rail me or kill me. whatever you’re up to
I love you, Dexter, so much.
I just don't like you anymore.
—One Day
When I was in school, I started writing short stories. Then, I wrote poetry. But what I really want to write is a novel. A long tale, in which I can find myself. But it never happens. Every time I sit down to write...it turns into poetry.
—Cobalt Blue(2022).
Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
Scam
Words are oblivious in belittling my emotions
Quarrying into these veins that pumps scarlet
Scared for life they see the prey shaking
Of anger? Of fear? Of Disgust?
Sanctuaries are vanquished in holy names of covetousness
Proclaims their admiration by using daggers
Pointed at the cause of all sin: the heart
Contrary to the vehemence that I feel
Violated and denied the prerogatives offered to me at birth
Silent are the behest of the laws of the soul
~Srijita