Character: Franz Kafka

But I can't myself to leave, I am completely alone.

I like stone, I like the tombstone itself, not even slits for doubt or faith, for love, or disgust, for bravery or fear of something in particular or at all, lives only a shaky hope; barren as the inscriptions on the tombstones.

Me all the time, and even better - everything all the time, which only is necessary for you, thinking about you, for breathing in you.