It's official . I've lost the meaning of love.
I continue to live in a warped up illusion that I AM still in love. I'm not.
not not not.
Because if I was, I'd have guilt
shame. a whole fuckin' shitload of it.
I'd feel pain and longing and all that other mushy gushy stuff I was born without.
I am a robot. i miss no one
i feel nothing.
but i like to sneeze.
ah. i know where this comes from.
ReplyDeleteinspiration, my friend. : )
and about love? i wonder, too. i wonder whether the feeling was even there, in the first place.
why do we have to label that feeling as 'love?' the question will never be answered.