an issue of perspective.
2005-08-16 10:17 a.m.
all those jokes played to make life out as something wanted, the hilarity of the situation, we're divided with our explanationsand he says, i can never give you advice
and she says, i never wanted you to.
and it's another fucking experience they'll acquire and forget, another conversation, play me over, lay me out and i'm so simple, just trying to occupy my time
and he says, you've made your bed.
and she says, i am my own person.
and it's independence enough to drive through with excuses, to carry religion in disagreement, to give confessions to our sins
and she says, i've been thinking of killing myself for months
and he says, what do you have if you don't even have yourself
rhetorical, the 'you knows' that follow every sentence, the qualifiers that make statements into opinions, open end your questions, and record the responses, because you are two very different people, trying to work through some one else's experience
and he says, i want the facts
and she says, after nine years, how can i have faith
that this is an actual improvement
and our situations change us into captives and captivators, listeners and storytellers, hanging on every word to find some real meaning, and saying
everything, my friend,
everything we have,
is fleeting.