Sex Monkeys

Can’t we just be monkeys?
I want to be monkeys. No seriously.
Have you ever listened to those fools who wish that their dream man or girl is the smartest person in the world? When both of you are that smart, when all words seem to flow endlessly, when meanings are hidden behind carefully thought words, when you start to have pens in colours to draw the lines, you start to ask yourself, is this real?
Why do we have to be so smart? Why can’t we just be like other people, we go around, have fun, fall in love, have endless sex, start to realize we are not meant for each other, broken hearted, suicidal and the cycle begins again. Except maybe we stop at having endless sex. There, I start to draw some lines again.
Why do we have to put everything in perspective? Why do we have to be so smart and noble? Why can’t we just make out on the couch, in the kitchen, on the table, in the train, in the cafe? What is this big wall of shy between us? Why is intimacy seems to be so distant? – when we know for a fact that we want it so much? Why can’t things be just simple?

Did we make it complicated or we are unsure?

And always one of us would ask – "are you sure you could be with me forever and ever?" There, one of us being smart again? How on earth would you know? Then a smart reply comes, "we can’t predict the future but we can always have faith". Can’t we just be stupid and helpless in love – just like any other lovebirds?

But, are we lovebirds?

You were sure, I wasn’t, I was sure, you weren’t. Where is this ending? I think we have settled everything, knowing almost all the inches of us, dreams, future and where we heading.

Now we should really be monkeys. Sex monkeys. Dumb and Careless, - that’s love anyways. I can't do this alone, neither can you, no matter how independent we have always been.