There are those times when you are wading in chest deep water and the first wave hits you on the face, because you forget to duck or jump. Within a few seconds, even before you have time to recover, the second one hits you. And you are thrown back.
Sometimes, we hurt each other, I go first, you follow. Or you go first, I follow. In short, we pierce each other's skin wherever possible.
Not that we are cruel people. No, no, no. We aren't cruel to others.
We are only cruel to the other.
I sing silently when you curse beneath your breath.
You laugh delightedly when I squirm.
And then you tell me tales of your dreams and I am mesmerized by them.
And I tell you... nothing.
I withdraw and run.
It's... appropriate.
And now there is silence between us. Not peace. Just this uncomfortable silence which threatens to eat us up whole.
And still I stare at the phone.
Sometimes, we hurt each other, I go first, you follow. Or you go first, I follow. In short, we pierce each other's skin wherever possible.
Not that we are cruel people. No, no, no. We aren't cruel to others.
We are only cruel to the other.
I sing silently when you curse beneath your breath.
You laugh delightedly when I squirm.
And then you tell me tales of your dreams and I am mesmerized by them.
And I tell you... nothing.
I withdraw and run.
It's... appropriate.
And now there is silence between us. Not peace. Just this uncomfortable silence which threatens to eat us up whole.
And still I stare at the phone.
