History will forget us

It’s getting dark. To dark to see. Blurred lines between what is right and what you want.
You look yourself in the mirror and you can’t even smile anymore without thinking if it’s real.
It’s not even a smile. Not even a stupid simple fucking smile. Even now, here, alone, even now.. you have a stupid fucking grin for a smile.
You’re so tired of this all fake all bullshit “things”.

Homework’s done. Lessons learned. But do pieces of your soul are right payment for this knowledge.
Is it worth it? Maybe social morality has is place in the world after all.
You go and say “Hi!”. Then smile. Then create a connection. Then kiss. Then hug. Then fuck. Then leave.
One more.. one less. You don’t even care anymore.

After you realize that you have nothing to lose.. after you realize that feelings cannot fuck up you anymore.. after you learn how to switch them on or off.. after all of the hurt.. you find that there is no need to lie.
Truth hurts everybody. But you don’t care anymore.

There is a fine line between truth and pure cruelty. The funny part is they ask for the cruel truth.
They want the “be faithful” and “lie to me beautifully”. They don’t want the “you’re stupid”, “you’re fat”, “you’re ugly” truth.
The “she’s much hotter than you” truth is the awesome one. Or is that making you a hater? A misogynistic prick?
Take it or leave it.

How many victims are enough? How many ghost can you leave behind?
You learned pain a long time ago. You learned to die a long time ago.
You’re a stone now. Nothing moves you. Life shaped you like wind and water shape mountains. Slow but forever.

You’re a stone yes.. but do stones feel anything?