Imagine

The astrologer was wrong. The guru was wrong. Why does something about it feel right?

I loved the mania.

Something about this girl is wise. Said the mania felt like agitation and recognised it for what it was. Am I starting to get that way gradually. Whenever somebody tells me that "I am a big kid" do I still love its romance. Or do I see the hundreds and thousands down the drain and the emotional pain on the other side of supporting them for an emotional hit.

I guess I see both but they still hook some of my core needs as a human being, or at least prostitute them while there is no replacement found. I settle for connection without love, I settle for ...shit, I forgot the other ones, but how does one achieve a truly loving connection anyway.

I am going to prove them all wrong. Fuck them.