human or just quiet? (short story)

《human or just quiet?》

Closed eyes, he tried to keep quiet.
The song went on and on, he kept singing it but, on the inside, he was quiet.
Maybe there was a time when all those word meant something to him. But if so, he doesn't remember it.
He was quiet, singing all those words that meant nothing now. Because if his love was untouchable, he wasn't.
Maybe this was just about it. He didn't want nothing more than love. He didn't care about how long love lasts, nor who does it come from, neither who will get it.
Maybe love was never going to disappear, maybe he would keep transferring his love from person to person, but that was slowly breaking him, that was slowly killing him.
Deep down, he knew that piece by piece, he was disappearing.
Not that he was sad about it, not that he felt anything in regards to it.
But that was part of the problem as well, if he didn't feel anything, was he still human?
Maybe he was human enough to sing in front of the crowd. But he was not what the others saw.
He was becoming less and less real, as it was just a mirage, as he wasn't really there.
And with a last sigh, he realized it. He was already something else. Something between human and love, there was him; consumed by all the fire of his own love, finally becoming it.