I am my self-searching


I search myself to find myself.

I lose myself and I find myself later on surrounded by the people I need.

I break up to meet again.

I cry to be able then to be happy.

I am mad hoping for making up.

I love to feel that I live eternally.

By wasting myself I succeed to touch from time to time tangentially, which is my role here and now.

I finally come up to accept superficiality and egoism.

… and to have enough «time to discover that the world, which I am part of, is not the world, in which I would have liked to live, without being sure that there is actually one, with which I could have been compatible.» (Octavian Paler)



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