I embrace all my sadness with gratitude, with all the pleasure in the world, with all the tears that drop in myself and suffocate my throat until none of my breath can't go out of my mouth.
I love all the lovers that I can't love and I feel all the suffer that they have because I don't love them the same way, but if I cry sometimes, I cry for them, I cry for the souls that I cannot love, I cry for the ones that cannot be loved by me and I cry for myself for cannot be loved by anyone but me. Narcissism enters insane.
Insane in my passion by me.
Solitude is my only friend and the rest is enemy to death.