10 decembrie 2006

If love is a drug, I guess we're all sober


I can have another you in a minute, I can have another you by tomorrow. Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable.  Just a tiny quote from a popular song you can't miss even if you just let your TV running 10 minutes a day. Guess when you feel hurt or betrayed or whatever other mixed unpleasant feeling seems to cross your path any song seems to be about you. Assuming the quote is true, cause it's not that hard to make it true. What exactly are we doing here? Crash into each other in search of some sort of affection or comfort, crash into the next available when the other one is left, anything to fill the void, anything to feel better. Having become such strangers in every day life we'd do anything just to have some comfort. But when things stop going well, a tad out of what you had planned, just let go, take the next one available. And then so on and so forth until when? Of course the wall will be there, the wall that keeps the others away. Stop feeling anything and nothing will touch you. We've all become untouchable and so much replaceable.