Why won’t you look at me when I’m talking to you?
You know I hate to stare at the top of your head.
Your crown that tells me, “I am not interested.”
It’s amazing how much we fill in the blanks of each other’s lives.
We fill in the blanks of each other’s lies.
And the plot thickens.
And the world keeps on spinning.
The rain splats on the pavement.
It taps in the drainpipe.
And the gentle wash of wet white noise
to tie the whole symphony together.
How lucky we are to have ears.
I think I could eventually learn to live without my eyes or my speech.
But life without a soundtrack might be too desolate of a place
to even imagine.
What would you do while sitting in traffic?
What would you do while losing your virginity?
She raises her eyebrows.
So the rain will come and have its way.
The rain he is a bossy lover
who likes all to play by his rules.
A reminder that we are not in control.
An important one for us human mortals.
Like pollen to a bee.
Our animal role is to be inseminated.
No thank you.
I adore my world too much.
The truth is I would only resent them in the end.
And what I want is to love, not to resent.
The rain pours in the alley.
A piano accordion player is egged on by a group of burly, drunk men.
Mumblings of no consequence syncopate the clinking of their glasses.
Rhythm. Patterns. Logic.
Repeated in everything.
All of life is on a continuum.
And we want to put it in a linear, logical pattern.
So why is it we can live in the past, the present and the future all in one day?
…all in one minute for most people.
What terrifies you most about having a clear head?
What is it you’re afraid of?