the endless search after substance
that is the question
my feeling is that under a layer of maturity
there is nothing much
this is because i have lived a lot and i have accumulated experience
but i dispense too quickly and then, my suiters are leaving me
there are the hunters as well
the one who wish for a permanency
but finally are satisfied with a prey only
once reached
and eaten to the marrow of the bone
they leave
one day
somebody will come along
a man who is really going to love me and that i will really love
somebody with whom the cruise of life will be done with relative hapiness and we will enter really the core of love
that is intimacy
and then, many of these above will come and send me a line or two
telling how wonderful i was
but then it will be too late
then i will be happy
as simple as that