Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "qk"

I could never really understand, that was your problem. You understood only too well, that was mine. Words, yours and mine; ours in a way that we couldn't be, are not unreadable; you are just not reading them. They are inflammable. Now go lie down on your bier again. And wait. For the stones. For the flint. For the match and the flame to be lit. What am I going to do with your love? What to do?