It comes quietly, unnoticed, like a shadow. It cannot be seen or heard, but it penetrates every cell of your body. It fills all life with happiness and meaningβ€οΈ. It mixes it with flameπ₯, poisons it with some poison of its own, known to nature, and spills over all your veins and joints. The whole body burns. It makes you suffer and be in pain. There is no cureπ for it. But as soon as you begin to resist it, it clings to your heart, tearing it apart. You want to run away, but it catches you in its traps, chaining you in a thousand chainsβ. Then all you have to do is surrender... It brings you down, becomes more beautiful than the night and the moonπ, all the starsπ that sparkle in the sky. But the pain, the fire inside, the insomnia and madness remain. No strength to scream, just hot rains on my cheeks and no way out... No it's not death-it's life and they call it love! β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ