Another failed attempt at love. Yet he still somehow remains hopeful. How many more bullets are left in the chamber? How on earth he still can believe in love? His life depends on it. That is how. If he stops believing in love he knows he will not be human anymore. He is tired. Feels like on a life support. Kinda like a zombie but instead of brains it is love he seeks. He knows it is unlikely to happen. He knows he can never be happy. Maybe prostitution is the answer? Maybe he should give up at trying to be human? Maybe it is time to let the animal inside take over? Maybe it is time to forget humanity? Maybe it is time to force the ideas of connection and love, those stupid silly things, out of his mind? He is losing it. He is out of his mind. He is at the precipice. But where does the abyss lead to? Once he finally falls, where will he fall to? What is down there? Reality or the end of humanity? The end of illusion of love or love itself?