Above us, only stars. Below us, only stars. To all sides, only stars. Inside us, only stars.
there is no (full, reciprocal) love, there is only an immense need for love; every actual love encounter fails and throws us back into our solitude. Perhaps, it is only when one is in love that one can fully confront one ‘s fundamental solitude
Read between the lines.
Then meet me in the silence if you can