i wish i didn't always need to have conversations end well, and i wish i didn't feel the need to go back and fix up messed up dialogue so it all sits pretty in the memory but then again what else is there about conversations but the perfection of them? i wish i didn't obsess about words said and not said and unsaid into dark dreary nights till i feel the ache in the pit of my stomach and wonder what the other person is thinking because i cannot see inside their head though i would give anything to be able to. and i wish i didn't always need to have the other see exactly what i mean when i say anything, wish i could let things stand and lie and flop about like little fish on the carpet and let them think what they want to think because it should make no difference, only it always does, always. and i hope the new ones will ease the messes.
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1 comment:
Imperfection is real, and everywhere. That's where the beauty lies. Perfection, on the other hand, is an ideal concept.
It doesn't exist.
And neither do perfect conversations.
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