thought # 104- we're so past feelings

this is no love song where one coos about happiness and forever. this is no story about power and glory and peace for mankind; like you even know what that requires. this is no serendipity a chance to meet destiny, a favourable outcome we both desire. this is no art, no technique to rehearse and reverse. this is no equation or formula we scratch pens and frustration beside. this is no secret to tell, or message to conceal. this is no outstretched arm beckoning to fill the void with another limb. this is no goodbye when two lovers douse each other with closure and watch each other alight. this is no hospital room where the life of a human being is hanging by a finger to a switch. this is no winter midnight, starring at the stars, intoxicated by everything other than alcohol and waiting for him to make the first move. this is no road trip, with an unknown destination, an uncertain amount of provision, an unclear direction and five confused friends. this is no absence of love or courage to walk away and abandon. this is no game of scrabble and you are the sore loser. this is no disguise, no feigning of effortlessness. this is no heartspill inside a dirty black book whilst listening to lisa mitchell's clean white love, muttering under your breath "fuck sap, fuck love". this is no lazy afternoon in bed with your favourite person. this is no sleepless night, listening to sad songs and crying yourself to sleep because its the only method you can think of to get tired. this is no show and there is no spotlight; you've lost meaning to the word entertainment. this is no misplaced mind or broken heart nor a joust to see which organ is king. this is no novel and there are no words, no chapters, no text just an empty person with an empty dream.

this is a just feeling. 

love,

ps. totally irrelevant but awesome picture haha.