Love

Old man.
Fuck.
«Take a look at my life. Twenty-four and there’s so much more.»
This plan. Life is boring.
It’s fucked.
It’s not enough.
Old man.
If there’s so much more, then why are you tired and broken and lonely and cold.
We hum the same old lines to a different crowd.
The hate and fear is over now.
Two seconds, two cents is all you give.
This love of life is for the living.
I’m safe and sound.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
«They drop by and die, because it’s faster than sinking.»
These hills, these views of endless blues and green are new and I take it in.
Any man can claim but few can find.
Anybody can realize this world is a lie.