In love, found rest when in the cold mornings my body was revealed in an incoherent fear. In love, I discovered continuous anxiety, eternal waiting, unusual uncertainty, renewed hope. In love, I countered my principles, abandoned my maxims, went on to build a different world, and lost my logic and soul. It fades today in remembrance the madness of subjugating myself abstracted into each other's sleep. The ancient skins of infinite nights return and my verse is transcribed daily and monotonous. Love covered my fatigue in adventure, now the empty routine of hope in the universe.
