HE TOLD ME IT WOULD BE DANGEROUS
AND AS FAR AS WE GO WE ALWAYS GO FURTHER
She shoveled through the snow on a city sidewalk. There was a second shovel and no one helped her. She told me her ex-husband was on the way to help her. I stayed and helped her. He showed up and was walking his dog instead of helping her. I wonder now, was he there to help her? He called her insane. I felt bad that there was a second shovel, and no one helped her.
I THINK WE MADE EYE CONTACT. WHAT SHOULD WE DO NOW?
I stood there, in the middle of the city; it was Friday night. I stood there and wondered how I could right this. The rain falling, the cars driving over the wet pavement and the way she looked at me.
This was something from a fever dream. As though I have been here before. Not quite nostalgia. Not quite deja-vu. Somewhere between the lines of a blurred reality and a simple lie. And then the
lights came on.....
An absolute obsession as to how we perceive the truth of reality and how our perceptions are shaped and molded knowing that of which I experience is the same as to what you experience how these sensations that I feel affect how you feel and how she feels and how he feels. Do you sit and wonder like I do? What do you see when I am seeing? Is this how it is supposed to be told:
I SIT AND WONDER SOMETIMES AND PONDER A LOT OF THE TIME ABOUT THINGS THAT ARE MAJORITY OF THE TIME SPECIFIC ENOUGH TO MAKE ME BELIEVE THAT SOME OF THIS IS IMPORTANT WHILE I VAGUELY RECALL THE STORY FROM SIXTH GRADE THAT HE TOLD ME ABOUT HOW THAT GIRL AND I WAS NOT SURE IF I SHOULD BELIEVE IT OR NOT. WE LEARNED ABOUT MARINE BIOLOGY THAT DAY.
HIS EXPLANATION AS TO WHAT EXHIBITIONISM IS SEEMS JUSTIFIED.
HIS WILLINGNESS TO DISPLAY HIMSELF ILLUSTRATES COMFORT.
I AIM TO DISTORT PERCEPTION.
I AIM TO EXAGGERATE YOUR IDEA OF REALITY.
MAKING DECISIONS TIES UP MORE TIME