I love you in a starless, moonless, completely dark place. I love you in a place where we are the mad ones and tend to mock the “sane” ones because they don’t make us much of an impression. I love you in some place of formless grace where beauty and ugliness coexist so rhythmically you can only focus on their flow and never on them separately. I think I love you in a place which is no place; rather a winter-scape so honest, it attains automatically profound warmth yet still manages to remain crystal grey and beautifully solid. It is no place; it is rather a multitude of tears I so efficiently confuse with raindrops because at first I mistake them for transparently hopeful water pieces. But I know I love you only in a place which is dark, very dark — and transparencies or misconceptions have no place there…❤️