There's some serious trouble at homefront because some important people who have brought me up are as dead as a doornail, against the relationship.
Meanwhile, I've realised an important taste of life. It's approximately called Intensity in English.

When you madly want something crazy, the following strike you sequentially:
1. Fear
2. Excitement
3. Passion

And finally, I must add, that I am indeed, immensely, immensely surprised with myself.

For sure I'm in madness but maybe I'm in love.

Sparkler

I am restless. There's madness and drunkenness and sleeplessness and helplessness in the air and coherence is.JUST.NOT.HAPPENING.

Madness is like a wind inside a letterbox.
I am in madness, if not love. Love is too heavy a word. Too heavy to carry around, too heavy to flaunt.
Madness is portable. Madness is mad. Nothing's crazier than madness.

I am carrying around madness like a fire in my chest.