I feel so goddamn inspired. Touched by everything around me, astonished how life works. Falling in love all over again, day by day. Exploring the depths of Hell with Dante, falling asleep thinking of Sophie and her life, dreaming of early 1900s and waking up in a pure insanity, breathing in the neurosis of this life that fills me with wonder.
I can't possibly comprehend all that beauty, romance, melancholy, obsession, love and inspiration. The kind that makes you close you eyes and don't try to write the story, or capture it - just be a part of it.