Allergies were man made. When procreation/evolution, whatever your fancy, happened people lived and people died. Man feared death, and sought to destroy it; little did they know mankind was slowly killing itself.
Drunk, sitting on the porch and the only thing I can do is to feel helpless. Lost in a sea of nothingness because I found what everyone searches their whole lives for. I threw it away. Away, away, away. Like trash. Trash that dug it’s claws into my heart and foolishly I listened to my mind, as it’s the logical thing to do, but yet my heart yearns for it. And I’m not sure if it’s the comfort of not being alone or the fact that I planned out my life with you over and over in my head.
Love is a fools wish, and I do not wish it upon anyone.