She tries to envision space even with her eyes open

— Anna Jae

Such dreams provide this temporary illusion of a life that has meaning.

— Anna Jae

That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely functional. Nothing can revive it.

— Anna Jae

The pavement makes no sounds it touches your feet calm and constantlike silence on repeat languidly your thoughts bleed into the evening again crimson red the words read'some things are beyond repair

— Anna Jae

There’s always books. And the wind through trees.

— Anna Jae

The skin of her face, parched by the monotonous diet of salty rain, with tremendous effort gave way to a smile.

— Anna Jae

To hide away from the world whose loveless heart has gone astray and its inhabitants what could be a safer place than my imagination?

— Anna Jae

To think that two bodies, crooked by life into question marks, when encountering one another did not form a heart. To do that, all we needed was to look each other in the eye. But you looked away.

— Anna Jae

Trust isn’t something you can just one day decide to have. Trust cannot be fabricated out of thin air, no matter how one’s will is set to it. Trust has to be earned. And there’s the tragedy of it, the dependence on the other, who is often not up for the challenge, poisoned as he is by the modern individualistic and time-is-money mindset. And thus trust is losing ground more and more until one day it will turn into something rare and obscure and this world has become a severely violent and lonely place, ruled by mistrust and disconnection.

— Anna Jae

When I am awake, I sleep, but when I dream I come to life.

— Anna Jae