MEASURES OF FEELINGS

How could you have stayed on your feet in a winged, life-saving stupor when some angelic fairy wasted her rich, multicoloured gaze on you alone?! You're no good at dating or relationships. Trying - for who knows how long - to sell yourself in the digital chat-rooms of the internet: complimenting and pleasing is not the same as having the courage to go to a brunette bombshell in the flesh. 

What are the chances of those who try all their lives and never get there? - The willingness to commit suicide is forgivable, because you have to realise that success has become a word for money these days. How can you survive without any interests, when everyone profits from how one person can outwit another! 

Yet you still have some laughable, moral-human expectations of others that amount to total ridicule: clumsy well-being has replaced idyllic romances. They seek prey, more prey, as slaves, while hoping for a more successful chase. Is it only that the burden of the World is greater than our own educated, psychological experts have made it out to be?! 

Deep in our hearts, perhaps, the defiance-plot is already in the making: arrogant, conceited super egos, each of us striving to emerge from the consciously hidden, unknown crowd to become a notorious somebody, while two modest points in existence are constantly flashing like beacons: career and success! And yet in the depths of beating hearts, the echoing sound of sighs may awaken, may pulsate. One could hope that love's immortal metamorphosis will find us all!