Lost in this lost world. Aren't we all? Funny thing: when you see someone lost too you are so sure that you can save them. That you can be that tiny thin rope that'll lead them to the world of happiness or to at least a place where desire to live still exists. But how can we be so sure? Or it is more of a hope? Our desire to be saved? Deep inside each of us needs love and care but the older the more cynical. The more hard-hearted and the less capable of love. At one sudden moment you find yourself feeling only hate and disgust. To yourself to other people and to the world outside. We need to be saved and to be saviours. But as time goes we can be neither. Too cynical for the former and too cold-hearted for the latter. And this disproportionate pyramid of senses, hurt, hate and despair begins to tumble. Not in a good way. Not to disappear but to become a more durable foundation of a new one.
People are so fragile when they are alone yet they want to seem strong and independent in public. Doesn't make sense, does it? We have so many counterforces in us and sometimes it seems they are breaking us from the inside.
And by the way when we finally get this one real chance to be saved and to be happy we fuck it up cause we are already too disgusted with ourselves and after all that crap we can't really feel anything anymore.
But maybe just maybe somehow somewhere sometime there will be somebody who'll manage to make us happy.
