You feel YOURS when you call a spade a spade, when you value an eight-hour sleep higher than hanging out in dubious establishments, when you are friends just like that, when you love your heartbeat... You feel YOURS when you sing along on the second verse of a song that you hear for the first time, when, tirelessly, you plow the open spaces of the city, which you are walking through for the first time, when you feel an urgent need for someone you see for the first time... You feel YOURS, when you enter the door, into the house, into the room, into your loved one and do not look for a way out from there...
Its own, - when you immediately and backhand, completely and without a trace, easily and naturally... When you clung and firmly realize that only death can unhook.