Unfinished Fragment, becaue I got distracted and started checking emails in the middle of writing - and now I am thinking about modernity and Kafka. I feel so pretentious. This is what happens when you watch Woody Allen.

Their faces will meet. Their breath will touch, and mingle in the air. There are no more shadows here, no more men to cradle you in the dark. The light dances into your eyes, and you feel like crying. Do you remember the time, before you felt afraid?

Moonlight no longer caresses you arms when you can not fall asleep, and you have grown to fear the silence. The threats of an empty field are strewn across your dreams; bites have replaced kisses.

"Sometimes freedom lies in chains". He said that to you once, with his fingers cupped around your chin, and you laughed. But now you lie, chained to longing, wishing for the iron bands to put around your wrists, the kisses that would set you free.

How cliche. Like a moonlit evening, or dancing in the rain, these metaphors we create and wrap around ourselves like blankets, as if they could protect us from pain.