My raw materials: -Light -Time -Words Untouchable, but they touch.
im somewhere along these lines scrolling through multiple SNS's just to feel a sense of accomplishment
“I just wanna feel like I’m on drugs without taking drugs.”
— Edan
and the don't forget the stark contrast between love and the (possible) fact that that person you like may be the only true friend that you have.
“There’s a difference between loving the idea of someone and loving the person they really are.”
— Unknown
does it hurt to not scroll?
yes, yes it does.
how? in what sense? can you die from it?
i stabbed a book with a bleeding pen. it's ink splattered on my clothes.
i tore the pages with the sharp tip of the writing tool and cut through letters i once wrote.
i tore off a page filled with senseless shit and burned it in the daylight.
the burning flame that seeped from the lighter was dimmer than the sun shining bright. i could not see it.
i thought the tool was broken so i stopped and decided to take a shower.
whilst doing so i pondered. i imagined the lighter i threw away burning up in flames inside the trash bin lighting the house on fire.
yes. yes it does.
i thought about it. it seems as though the true difference between love and the second situation is the other person. yes, they might be the only true friend that you have. yes, you might have mistaken romantic love with platonic love. nonetheless, it is still considered love.
“There’s a difference between loving the idea of someone and loving the person they really are.”
— Unknown