Why don't we reach out and get these things ourselves? Love is one of the easiest to grab. It's all around us, and in places we don't notice. Family, Friends, they love us. Why is it we can't be happy with that, and be truly grateful and love that? I guess it's the greed in us that wants the perfect body to fuck, the perfect voice to hear moan.
Its like we're not happy with the root of it all, we have to keep adding on until we're not fully sure if it's real. Sad and sickening.
If we can't be happy with simple, can we ever truly be happy with reality? Or is it just another thing we play off and hope for the best.
