Second thoughts

'Not stuck on you. Just. Stuck. I hope you're well. You sound well. Of course, I haven't heard your voice in days, weeks, months. It's as if I took a vow of silence since we departed. Yeah, my thoughts have been clearer. No, we never broke up. Yeah, we used to be something. No, we were never together. Yeah, I'm really well. Thank you for asking. No, you can have the last cookie. What I meant to say is, you seem well. You seem great. Of course, it's tough to see behind the lens if the camera is blurry. Conscienceless, I am. Free, I am. Intrigued to turn it around and put no effort into it-us, I mean-put effort into us. It's just history. We're history. We were history, that's no mystery. Misery-can you feel it? I don't, just emptiness. Fill the pot with sorrow and doubt, and all one receives is bitter, bland tea. Walk out into the morning shine a day after a rainstorm and breathe, 'I am worthy.'"


"You've blossomed. Wow, you have the most perfect figure."
-"Thank you, (have they not seen what's out there?) I've grown up."
"Beautiful, you have gotten so beautiful."
-"Thank you very much! I appreciate it. (have they not seen otherwise?)"