I do not have as much time on this earth as I would like, I am twenty years old and each year seems like it lasted no more than mere seconds. In a month I will be twenty-one, In a lifetime I'll be dead. Whatever will I do in-between now and then? "Just remember to fall in love, There's nothing else, There's nothing else". Sometimes I'm afraid I've forgotten how, The only thing I feel is this fake empathy attaching itself to everything around me, Stinging me, wondrously. I'm not sure whether I believe if this is truly reality or just misplaced sense-attachments? I'm questioning my actuality again, The sense which connects realities; The accuracy of interpretations to these many given representations. "Will I ever love again?" he asked of himself, foolishly, as if begging for that insanity. I am a lost cause; The first one said I wasn't broken enough, Well now that I'm beyond repair I've gotta ask, What is love(? (hahaha!)
Quotes: Lines Seven, Eight and Nine from Swoon by The Chemical Brothers. Line Twenty-Seven from What Is Love by Haddaway.