Attraction* is a disease, it scours up every moment you can give, and then it takes even more. Love isn’t real, love is a concept, an idea, to make us feel safe and protected. The only truths in life are the lies. Liars and fakes surround all of those who tell the truth. They take and destroy those who wish for a better life. They strike down new ideas, and they steal from each other, not realizing that none of their inventions are truly theirs.
I'm in a mood where I'm not sad but I want to write sad stuff, you know?