mental masturbation

It hurts, but who cares. It aches, but it won’t heal. It’s real, but it won’t happen. It’s there, but it’s not here.

There’s no hope, and neither there is patience. There’s music, but there’s also everything else. There is you, and then there’s no one.

It’s very strong, but it’ll die over time – like everything else.

There is happiness, but there is also reality.