Illusory love

I write.
And i keep writing.
Introduction
Defining the same things again and again, but actually giving contradictory explanations.
All being a reflection of all my weird thoughts, feelings and emotions.
But … to be honest … i am not ashamed of all what i say in front of the public.
Even …. if i change my perceptions same like the weather.
Having a non-ending emotional balance … being extremely
difficult to be understood.
By my readers.
And … all the people knowing me.
So … yes … i am in love.
I understand that all is illusory … and even if i clearly define it … being so aware of all what is going on … i refuse to disconnect myself from that woman.
All continuing.
Being happy.
Then unhappy.
And again happy for a short moment … but always ending up in … unhappiness.
Happening like that again and again … and again.
Like a karmic charade.
So … that is probably how I’ve became a writer … all being so, so related … with my life.
Trying to save myself in front of the illusion of love.