What is love, if not you;)

Worlds may find the strength to change, but the woman always remains the same. From my eager expectations, down to the fiery memories, even in this narrative now, she is there chiseled from each and every one of her, forming a singularity – a deep endless well of me.

Moving subversive as my psychotropic substance. Ruling my actions, for you are my benevolent tyrant. Guiding me anywhere, like the light of my northern star… echoing deep in the core that is me! Creating me, and multiplying me with oblivion at the same time… I’m thrilled in exaltation, for the hunt is always on;)

And yet again, I only come to realize… that one and one is always one!

There I substantially exist… what is love, if not you!