Sunday, October 7, 2012

Fluid thoughts from my brain

How dare she? She's not nearly as talented as I am. I would prove it to you - but I know i'd come off as trying too hard. But her! No. Nononononono. She's pretty alright. You just think she's talented and artistic because you don't know me well enough.

How dare he? He's fucking 26; a child. How can he want to be married to me? How can he be a good person, but a retarded psycho in the same breath? How dare he create a divide - how dare he discard? How dare he insinuate that I am complex? How dare I let myself open up to him?

Why must everything be buried if I throw a handful of mud on the situation? Surely the handful couldn't cover such a vast area? Why must we completely walk away if we decide to cut the chord? Why can't we cut it only to stick it back with pseudo-permanent glue later on and pretend that nothing went wrong? Of course, we wouldn't repeat the same mistakes - that's what life's about right?

Everything's melting, like in the 3rd movement of Moonlight Sonata. I like melted stuff. You can always freeze it later, and restore the balance.