Either a love carried with burden or a freedom loaded with loneliness is fragmentary.
Yet in real life it's hard to embrace the perfection people wistfully thought exists.
Love always carries with it burden; freedom is accompanied by loneliness still.
The only thing to do is bringing them as close as possible to each other.
To feel free in love and embrace love in freedom.
We all hunger for love yet desire for freedom at the same time.
We protect the spiritual I and wait for the hundred percent love to
bathe in the hundred percent spiritual I.
It’s the feeling of embrace, the self-embrace when passion faded.
The closeness of soaked sleeves to the skin,
the stickiness of attachment,
a way of talking to oneself.