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Let's play pretend
trying to compensate the gaps and striving hard against the cold realization that so long as this planet is elliptical and as long as oceans, seas, gulfs, straights and whatnot's come in between continents, everything that we pretended to believe in has zero if not negative probability...

groping for words. striving to come up with something that would spark comfort and interest.nothing. nothing comes out.just smile and laugh, you said.and i did.another unbearable pause.i received a tug on the hair. stared frictionlessly. this is so boring...what is?EVERYTHING.uhmm...i'm sorry i guess.everyone's always so sorry.

i think i'm going to leave now you're not talking anyways.i thought you were upsetand in silence, we hope we can cover everything up. nothing is wrong. nothing is wrong. nothing is wrong. this is good enough. this is good enough. this is good enough. this is good enough....

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Of revolving doors and stupid dogs

Us, being on either ends of the line is just a f*cked up sucky situation. Seeing only through glass panels of fast revolving doors. As much as we strive to move faster in hopes of meeting at some point, that never happens, because we're in the same dilemma as a dog trying to catch its tail.
Make up your mind.
But I simply am not assertive. Can't you just tell me what to do?
Come and fly here.


scared of admitting that that isn't possible.

another attempt...



I'll do anything if you'd just...
but I don't want you to do anything.



I wonder what it was about. Thoughts escape the lips and form sound. And I wish I could have caught it... taken it back.

I thought you tell me everything?
Yes but not this one.
What will it take so you'd tell?
Come here.


You should know that I want to. As crazy as it really is, I think it's a sane idea. But I really can't. We can't.

Not right now.

My head lingers over the thought. Will you, if I could? Would I (or you) be different? Then would we dare to play with chances?

We push it a bit harder. We force it so we can go on, but still denying that we ARE indeed trying too hard. The door continues to revolve; us--parted by glass panels. Will it be enough to see you on the other side?


I'm impatient.
How long do we choose to wait?



I will never...
I want to hear you say forever when you're 60! haha
I won't live that long.



We give it a rest. The heck with it...

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because forever is a trap...
and indulging in pain is always an excuse.