the dust

-why are we here my dear?
-we have been telling ourselves all our lives that we have to stop this happening!
-where did we forget?
-I am hurt! dissappointed on myself. Aren't we supposed to change something?
-we are limited.
-not with wrinkles and grey hairs pulling down our sexual intercorse chances!
-no, limited by walking sticks and heart attacks or diabetus...
-lets say it: I am dying.
-you know what is really sad? you are dying! and I can not handle that!
-where is the book we wrote?
-when was the most content/happiest moment of our life?
-are we really perverts who never have enough?
-or have we been pretending all this time?