just like that.
he forgot the last one,
and got obsessed with a new one.

from one brief moment
to another.

something that just switched something.
once again.

is it an eternal cycle he is stuck in?

will he ever escape?

or is he Sisyphus,
destined to roll that boulder up a hill for eternity,
after inevitable new pussy
makes it roll back down?

if he is destined for it,
then the only solution
is to enjoy it?
how to?
to admit he is a slave,
and there is no way out?

is there?

is there a way out?

or maybe,
it is just that he never rolled that boulder up,
to the very top of the hill?

can he reach the top?

does he have any say in that?

he does.
he surely,
absolutely,
does.
but he is too weak.
he will never climb mount everest.
he will freeze before reaching the top.
he will get tired of pushing
that boulder up,
and rather
start anew.

drink more,
my dear friend.
fuck more psychos.
end up in more fucked up situations.
love is not for you.
but damn...
that adventure...
that adventure has been fun,
you cannot deny it.

thank you lord for not giving me love.
and thank you,
for making me long it so much.

p.s. psychos are people too
p.s.s. or maybe, he just truly never found the one, and he always knew what is the one better than others, and that is why it always ended. maybe he knows love like no one does. and that is his curse.