| Loving
you is not the best idea (I'm clear on that), when
there are so many less traumatic things to do, like
finding shapes in the clouds, like going to the movies
or like doing nothing. Loving you is not the best
idea, but I like it. Maybe as usual, I'm playing masochist
instead of getting distracted with the soccer game
or the internet, like everybody else. Loving you is
not the best idea, but it's perfect to find some sense
in this routine of being forever just a citizen, just
one more. Loving you makes me suffer. Gee! I'm lucky.
That way I remember that I exist and that I feel.
That way I have something to think about every night.
That way I am alive. Loving you is a poison that gives
life. It's a torch that ignites when it is extinguished.
It's sublime next to stupid. It's what I feel next
to who cares. Loving you is the most lying truth.
It's the best of the worst that I've lived, It's chasing
death for a kiss, it's improvising on the same old
theme. Loving you is a mistake, says a friend who
believes that being happy is being free, as he misses
the subtleness of uncertainty. Loving you is the embassy
of an instant in my brain. It's also having hated
you a couple times. Loving you is absurd, and we know
it. And it'll always be like that. While it lasts.
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