is love even real these days
But it isn’t a rarity anymore, just an altered reflection, an altered feeling. Love, perhaps. A sense of reality that is nowhere near what reality is, or is it? I’ve been convincing myself that I feel what I feel. But sometimes I have such a hard time believing I’m actually alive. I only feel human when my hand is taken into yours.
And then I curse myself for being so dependent on something so temporary. It doesn’t seem enough anymore. The days seem too numbered, too mathematically inclined to ruin this ‘together’. Oh, I’m so afraid sometimes.
And then I curse myself for being so dependent on something so temporary. It doesn’t seem enough anymore. The days seem too numbered, too mathematically inclined to ruin this ‘together’. Oh, I’m so afraid sometimes.