My writings could convey an extreme bliss mostly felt by les amoureux, while I myself, when writting them, was perhaps down on my knees with tears all over my face begging someone to please come back.
The other way around, I could also write some woeful lines to convince somebody that my heart was scattered in pieces, while I, most of the time, merely did it to amuse myself.
I always insist that people should never try to analyse nor judge me from my writings.
