I don't need anyone anymore.
I am alone, and that is beautiful in ways I don't yet fully understand.
There is something liberating in isolation,
Nobody to watch you live,
I think I'm realizing slowly that I,
all jokes aside,
Don't need someone to listen to me sing at the stars.
I can be loved again, sure,
But there's no point in loving.
It is no less a waste of time than drugs, sex or music,
Yet it will hurt you more than the others ever could.
Drugs are only evil when they are loved,
Sex is only dangerous when there is too much love,
And music, though it hardly sounds the same, doesn't give a shit, and keeps being breathtaking anyway.
When we live on this earth for too long we grow weary of it.
The miracles of everyday life grow dull in our eyes,
those of bratty children in Eden.
Life is paradise,
Though we stubbornly refuse to believe it.