Trite, despite common curiosity, when friends ensure that they understand what is in store for each other; oh, sure there's depth, and insight, and hindsight but under the weight of relationships all we ever are is in other folk's eyes...and bright eyes wish only to light up laughter, illuminate short comings, grievances and downfalls. Alike the midnight sun, we know no other rotation, it's the same corrupt scenery within our heads. What's in our heads is only notation, there's no grand eclipse, simply a chest half emptied of useful tidbits. All we ever have is experience, pinned down by circumstance, being shit upon by an ego.
Do you understand this?
I am so fucked up now that I must be in love, some how. I am so fucked up now that I must feel for you, some how.
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