metamorphosis

if you've never read franz kafka's metamorphosis, you should be shot. or any of his works at all. the language is simple yet beautiful. perfect. i love russian authors these days. especially bulgakov. bulgakov, bulgakov. i want to fall in love with your books again. i've yet to finish the master and margarita. i love the crazy setting. i love the master. i love how he's incredibly calm despite being in the predicament he faces, being exiled in a mental institution. i love how margarita is so helpless in getting the master back, yet she's so frighteningly strong and independent during the devil's ball. i love the scene where she bathes in blood and presents herself naked to the guests of the ball. i love how the devil messes with those who try too hard to expose him. it's such a decadent book. everyone should go read it. i love franz ferdinand for coming up with love and destroy and making me want to fly into the muscavite sky. it's all too surreal. i want to be margarita and find my lost lover, the master, and be with him while he locks himself to write, and make sure we're never apart. i want too much. i've started to ramble. i've let thoughts stream into my conscience endlessly. i've fallen into a blurry abyss once more. i need someone to pull me out and make me realise my brain isn't stopping. that i need to step out of this subconscious. where are you, my dear? you've let me slipped down after what you did.