Sapere aude!

What can I do against the charm
Of this love that I so deeply deny…

That I so deeply avoid, and yet
It always comes back to hex me…

I know that I loved, too much
And only I know what I suffered
Because of your love…

Nobody was there
Only I…

I cried, even lost my peace
But I’m the only who know
That nobody ever had more of it
No more than I…

And if we had not loved
And if it were not painful
Had not suffered at all
Had not cried at all

It would be better to be all gone…





“Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.” - Henry David Thoreau





Listening to Dave Matthews Band – “The Space Between us”