for you .

be my father. be my friend. be my lover.

7 billion people inhabits this planet.
there's bound to be one fucking person, for me?

you know what i'm talking about .
you chase one. its so damn right, you feel it in your bones.
then that one chases another.
who chases another.
and goddamn its a never-ending cycle.

years.
we've been chasing something that has been eluding us for years.
and we know there are many more years to come.
hence being presented with the question;

 "will it be like that for the rest of our lives?"

i've read somewhere before and posted way back-
summing that up would be that everything is a mere illusion.

so how do you know, once you're there?
will that be enough?

content.
isn't it human nature to never feel content with anything and everything?

said this to a person .
"just because you're not sad..doesn't mean you miss it any less, know what i mean?"

what a hypocrite i am =/ right? xx