I believe in Love, and I know love conquers all.
To retreat in my aloneness, my beautifully peaceful garden, to find shade under my heart, in the solitude of abundance, without you in sight.
The new story of ardour unfolding, the tale of tantrums of the hearts. An affair with a stranger who still canβt feel it, while silently roaming its streets.
What is love but a word? A feeling roughly concordant to fear? A fantasy that breaks through the heartbreak and endows the defeated with bravery?
The two of us, two lost keys of the different doors, once strangers and now a souvenir of pain.
