To understand me, you have to be me.
Live my life, learn how I work.
To see things in a different light.
Create plans and work every day and night.
Noone sees the world like me.
To find its secrets and passages like me.
I love in a strange way to others.
But to me, it’s the most simplest thing.
Never. People never learn to love me for who I am.
But they wish for me to change.
I’ll never change.
Maybe to fool everyone, I should lose my former self.
Become insane.
My words convey my story.
My actions show my life.
Because to understand me, you have to be me.
For there is a method in my madness.