all you can do, dear mind by Bogdan Dragos

he throws his weak body on the bed and breathes against the mattress and feels around with his hands in the vain hopes that maybe, maybe he'll be able to find another one of her lost hairs No luck Ah, isn't it amazing how much of a hopeless creature a human's mind is in this reality? The mind of man is the ultimate loser in all of existence It literally never wins against the heart Never! If the heart tells you to love the one being who wakes you up in the middle of the night with a vicious bite on the neck and demands that you listen to her story about how her fourth eye opened the last time you fucked and she saw God... The mind can do nothing about it. Oh, mind, you eternal loser Don't you ever get tired of losing? Even now as she is…