still like that
I get tired so easily now. The fire of my youth has gone out. What difference does it make whether I’m the match or the candle? You need both to keep the light on.
Don’t tell me how to be still! I know how to be still. Unless you mean more still? So still that I am close to death? Don’t preach to me if you’re sitting in the pews all neatly dressed. I only listen to people who’ve walked themselves ragged to get where they are.
Maybe you think it’s my metaphors that need to take a rest. Do you think I’m not also an existential mess? When there’s an infinite number of things I could say, and I have to decide which one is best? Trust me that I’m a champion when it comes to leaving people unimpressed.
When I was maybe five years old, my parents took me and my sister to their friends' house. They had a daughter who was older, maybe a teenager, and I thought she was cute. But I was so young, and wearing a onesie! How could I have known what any of it meant? She thought I was cute as well, and kept saying so, and everyone was laughing at me because I was embarrassed, so I hid behind a recliner to escape the attention. I’m still like that. You might have to come find me.
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2015 - 2019