People who think that having a stupid car or a big house will make them happy are dumb. The neverending chase after technology, furniture, clothes, even status... its all shit.
Love is not for sale.
Your life will be always shit. As long as loneliness fucks with your heart. As long as your life is empty and with no meaningfull people in it. As long as you are surrounded by props... liars... and hate.
Shopping malls are dreams. We sleep there. Forgetting about everything. Things are like drugs. Never enough. And when they are enough, we realise they don't make us happy.
I have everything material, but thats all... and somehow it feels like i have nothing.
I have nothing because i am not even all by myself. I have abandoned myself somewhere... and now i have nothing.
Love is not for sale.
Your life will be always shit. As long as loneliness fucks with your heart. As long as your life is empty and with no meaningfull people in it. As long as you are surrounded by props... liars... and hate.
Shopping malls are dreams. We sleep there. Forgetting about everything. Things are like drugs. Never enough. And when they are enough, we realise they don't make us happy.
I have everything material, but thats all... and somehow it feels like i have nothing.
I have nothing because i am not even all by myself. I have abandoned myself somewhere... and now i have nothing.