You will die.

And all of your life you were just seeking for the love that saves you.
How stupid will you feel in the last moments of your life?

Clown in a circus,
or,
more precisely,
audience member that takes the clown,
and the whole circus,
seriously.

Idiot.

Why does it smell so good after the rain?

Why are we so fucking dull?!

Cities are graves,
populated by zombies.
Looking at their phones.
swiping,
and posting,
and swiping,
and posting.

Trying to boost their fragile fucking egos.

Trying to find love that they can abuse and control,
cause they need to feed those little demons inside,
they are slaves of them.

Order some more takeout.

Subscribe to something.

Again.

We have the same hell,

and the same heaven.

Same demons,

and same angels.

Yet we compete.

Instead of crying together.

For fucking what?