"Vices. Second attempt to write about a little human question to share. However, when the city and the deception do their own thing, inspiration disappear easily. Love can be a vice without dude. In the end, the passion is an obsession better defined than a feeling. The need for the other's eye offers the same anxiety than a drug. So, true love causes depression.
When someone idolizes another, a blockage occurs to not damage the desire, the longing. If at the end, the reality allows the meeting, the process of disenchantment begins. Then, the human frustration face to the reality transforms the objective in an insatiable need to find the longing, a vicious circle of frustration and longing search. Pathetic.
Notwithstanding, it is unfair to just summarize to sex and love. Ideals, in these times, are destroyed by the lord of the years and they followers. The destruction causes a strange need to continue that search for the unique pleasure of "think and being contrary".
All vices kill us, but also they comfort us. They are tiring. Like everything that allows us escape. The necessary evil?. I don't know and same if it is important..., what about this situation? Worth dying for a vice?. No more words for simple ideas... to reflect for a long year".
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