Hollow

Thats what we are inside hollow, no more feelings to attach to. The oh so old delirium of love, happiness, sadness is nothing more than excuses our rational self tries to use to explain what we can´t comprehend, its like the galaxy, its more complicated than you think it is, even if you start at the point of it being absurdly complicated, an idea used by Duglas Adams, but its so brilliant in itself, that it pretty much explains our existence in itself.

It is so complicated that trying to understand it is just ludicrous, the more we dig in, the wiser we become about our selfs, the less we understand, but sorry I digressed. This time the writing is not about our origins or our selfs, I do not consider my self apt for such a task. Back to the point, what are feelings? Why is it that we say love is the most beautiful thing in the world, if we get hurt, kill, die, suffer in the name of it?

Love is in the modern era, such a degenerated term, today we call easy sleazy sex...love....pretty much everything is love now, people no longer respect what the term used to imply, theres no more that feeling of forever, theres no more the feeling of entirely committing yourself to one another, we are slowly getting dehumanized, we no longer feel, we no longer are, we no longer think, and if to think is to exist, we no longer exist... therefore this is not happening and we are no here, we are nothing.