"I have loved to the point of madness / That Which is called madness / That Which to me / Is the only sensible way to love." - Francoise Sagan
Can not break free from this quote. Opened in my mind a strange corner.
Love is the best thing that can happen to a man. At times I think, even better than being loved ..
I was there once. The "point of madness." Rarely he goes from there back, but .. I left battered, bruised but I managed to not only survive but to experience something of the greatest .. Something that is on the rest of his life as an experience of the human soul is so incredibly complicated and yet (as brain), I use a tiny percentage ...
Maybe people have different mental IMPAIRED souls?
Maybe this pain that I experience the boundless despair sometimes must balance these moments, when my own hands touch the sky ...
Maybe because the mood swings that I see more clearly wszytskie scratches on the glass, but I see also that these features refracts light, which creates unique designs?
Maybe .....
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