What's it meen to be in love? One's soul, full of emotion, satisfied with this feeling. Or an on going melancholy? A heart twisting, bending, breaking. For most people nobody will ever understand the mysteries of love. As a lover, as a writer, I refuse to acknowledge that Ive been in love. It ends in heartache, that bending and breaking.


How do you substitute the feeling of being a lonely lover? Sufficing by being a below average writer. Each minute of each hour would be spent pondering on how to be a better lover, on how to be a better young man in general. However when he would have nobody to speak his thoughts to he would often induldge in writing, a self escape, writing would be his other half.