Lovers move like lightning and wind.
No contest.
Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and beloved
pull themselves into each other.

“For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself.From within, I couldn't…”

“The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.”

“The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.”

“Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Don't argue or answer rationally. Let us…”