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| We Never have any good intellectual conversations anymore... | |
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| Yes...I miss them too. They used to brighten my drab and meaningless day. I feel comfortable speaking with you, for your excellent capacity and understanding, of my issues. | |
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...Ultimately knowing how this, already doomed, conversation is going to end...but never once saying anything, not even a friendly hello, for its concequences could be drastic...
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| Thank you, and in all respect, we can still have such conversations! The opportunity has not been lost. | |
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| Then why do I feel so angry at myself? Why is there no closure to the abundance of questions that lurk in the quagmire of my inner-soul? Why am I, in trying so hard, so very lost and alone? Why? | |
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| NO! Don't even start! You'll only make the pain and despair of realizing that my life is a complete waste more unimaginably difficult. You odius destroyer of hopes. I curse at your vile existance!! | |
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