I yell to law, all I wanted was closure, yet this proximity to this person is not doing me good. I can't explain it, there is nothing rational about it, but this person is still on my mind. even if I trumpet the flaws, note the insensitivity, the poor expression and writing, the glaring flaws; maybe the flaws now magnetize some part of me, maybe that desire to help someone. the leadership, the involvement, the engagement of the person; some attributes I cannot explain why they draw me; it's that sense of possibility, damn it, that proximity...
law only shrugs and says ev is probably a better person to talk to.
we throw vases at windows to see which breaks first. do I create a way out, or merely shatter my inner art?
this angst is wreaking havoc. the walls must be talking, the ceiling wagging a finger, the floor holding me up so I don't fall any further.
the human mind is not ready for this crazy burst of technology around us. our brains do not have the capacity to handle what our hands create. we no longer use handcuffs to lock up criminals, and tying our hands up makes no difference because they have built a thousand things to set them free.
isolation is a tower you have to climb to see the fruits at the top; but when you get to the top, do you actually want to look down? you just look into the horizon, the beauty of the skies around you.