Prose: Metaphorical shit i pull out of my arse

Nothing is real anymore is it?
Well, except for one thing.
Something nobody really knows about
Unless they've found it
and even then, you probably don't even know.
It's love.
I don't know a thing about it.
I think you understand the concept
of not knowing.
So I think one day,
You might really know what love is.
You'll probably beat me to it,
Because the thinker never thought
and beat the discoverer.



i believe i can see the future...as i repeat the same routine
i think i used to have a purpose...but then again that might have been a dream
i think i used to have a voice...now i never make a sound
i just do what I've been told...i really don't want them to come around again