Life

Life itself is undescribeable. The way air fills your lungs with false hope and promisses about a world, which can become yours if you try hard enough. But what if the light in the horizon is too far away and out of reach? What do you do? I've most likely hit the wall of agony so many times that I've stopped keeping tracks. Lost trace in this never ending maze of love, hatred and pain from a broken heart, promisses and the constant agony of seeing your face every single. Reminding you that you've done wrong and what is reachable for you. That the world isn't at your feet but at the end of the world. Where the sun no longer shines and the air is unbreathable. At the edge I found meaning of life. It was giving a meaning for you to keep on. But now when you're doing great again. I feel like I'm waste of air, since what used to be my reason to wake up every morning was you, but that you've broke my heart once again, I got nothing else than empty promisses and meaningless sex to pass on. I'm a superficial son of a bitch there'll never go anywhere in life untill I find a new reason to wake up. I just hope the next will keep me focused for a longer time instead of this. I guess, I have to keep on going, because no matter what I will have to succeed at love for just one time.

Long live bad english and broken hearts.