Sitting at the bar. Alone. Miserable. Drinking until life stops replaying through my head. Drinking until your bullshit stops throbbing in my temples. Drinking until I don't feel those few moments where you are magical. Drinking until the tears dissipate. I'm almost there -
Then stumbling home, and wishing tomorrow would never come.
In his lifeform, the individual is obviously only a fraction and therefor necessarily a distortion of totality of Man. He is limited or "locked" into a gender of either male or female; and, at any given period of his life, he is again "fixed in the moment of his experience" as either child, youth, middle-aged, mature, or old; furthermore, in his archetypal role, he is either warrior, priest, thief, slave, king (or she - nun, mother, wife, seductress, whore). Hence, the fullness - the totality of man - is not to be found in its individual member, but in Mankind as a whole. Likewise, the essence - the nature of a man - is not to be discerned from an individual act, but in his conduct as a whole. Consider.
I want to walk into traffic. Disappear on the horizon. Fade into the background. Leave no trace of an existence. Wither into nothingness. I'll hold my breath and wait for[n]ever. You will just move on.
Lying shouldn't come so easy to you.
Dealing with it shouldn't come so easy to me.
Your lack of emotion with which you feed your untruths to me unveils my lack of emotion in return.
The equation stays in balance, although balanced on an unruly edge, likely to teeter in any direction.
And this is where our lives stay.
And this is why...