so i wonder about this thing called love. and i wonder if it really exists anymore, if it ever did. i sure know that what we are sold...well i know that anytime i have to be sold, their has to be something slight of hand, some kind of rip-off. sometimes i want to believe. i want to buy in.
but i dont really buy the marriage thing.
and i can see with my eyes that nothing lasts forever.
and yet i want that closeness.
and even that feeling of being special to someone.
knowing for certain that no one else brings happiness.
but still...
my friend says to remember not to put romantic love above all other kinds of love...
and shes right. surrounded on all sides.
but really my friends and relations dont really want to go see basquiat and then dance till exhausted drop. or spend the night on rooftops talking back the world.
fuck...im a goddamn romantic. great.
just my luck. ill probably end up shooting myself.
enough melancholic thoughts.
goodnight nobody.
but i dont really buy the marriage thing.
and i can see with my eyes that nothing lasts forever.
and yet i want that closeness.
and even that feeling of being special to someone.
knowing for certain that no one else brings happiness.
but still...
my friend says to remember not to put romantic love above all other kinds of love...
and shes right. surrounded on all sides.
but really my friends and relations dont really want to go see basquiat and then dance till exhausted drop. or spend the night on rooftops talking back the world.
fuck...im a goddamn romantic. great.
just my luck. ill probably end up shooting myself.
enough melancholic thoughts.
goodnight nobody.
it reminds me of a story my mom told me, about her first date after my parents' divorce. after telling this guy about all she had been through, he asked her if she thinks that she will ever love again, and she replied, "of course, i have to have love in my life."
and i guess i am coming to that stage of life you refer to. and i'm scared of it honestly. i'm scared of putting the heart out when so much love seems to fail these days. when so many people seem to be focused on the bigger better deal. when we seem to change so rapidly as individuals. and yet there it is. this desire to share a life with someone.
it sounds so cliche and barfy. and adulty.