a rockstar vibe and a cigarette on the lips

He’s all about coolness with his old school eletric guitar and tight pants. He gets all the girls with his indie vibe and boyish smile. He smokes nothing but Camels and has a girlfriend with short brown hair. Even though he never learned how to be humble nor had a real relationship with his parents, he’s still very in. There’s never much to say when he meet his older brother, but that’s okay.

He’s skinny and selfish – his girlfriend also is, so they get along really well. He dislikes the internet, thinking it’s an enormous waste of energy and time. He has a rock band because his parents can afford it. Music is his only passion: he doesn’t really love his girlfriend. He doesn’t know, but she doesn’t really love him too. Poor thing, he’s very hip yet very lonely.

He doesn’t understand his surrounds and feels empty most of the time, but his band is the best of the year. His dad is a lawyer who travels too much and his mother is a socialite who drinks too much. His girlfriend has the whitest skin he’s ever seen and it feels like pure silk when they make love. He doesn’t have much to say in interviews, but that’s okay, because his music speaks for him.

my bones will break and my heart will give

He’s tall and brave, with a large back and a stabbed heart. The one who breaks your heart is not the one who puts the pieces together, he says, in all his charm and glory. The man sitting beside him, wearing a dark coat and black shoes, agrees and sips a glass of cheap whiskey. They barely look in each other eyes as they talk about nothing too personal and nothing too taboo.

The hours go by; neither notice. They end up in a motel room; neither care. One of them is not even single; the other doesn’t know it. The goodbyes after are dry and cold. They don’t see each other ever again, and none gives a damn about it. They were not meant to fix each other.