fragment 𝑜𝒻 lu̲𝚜t.

i wish i wrote the way i thought ; obsessively,
incessantly, with maddening hunger. i'd write
to the point of suffocation. i'd write myself
into nervous breakdowns, manuscripts spiralling
out like tentacles into abysmal nothing and
i'd write about you a lot more than i should.

─── kafka franz.

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