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)