No, I wasn't taking notes during the 6 pm meeting, although I was writing feverishly.
Perhaps
There will always be days like this
Days when absolutes reign
Always
Forever
Never
Except
I don't want absolutes
I like that nebulous territory
Where things remain unsaid
Hanging by the thin threads
of propriety
Damocles' rusty sword
Then again.
Perhaps not.
Perhaps
There will never be days like this
When I'm sure of you
And you of me.
Where answers come
without questions
And silence always means
consent.
Except
Never
is a frigid bitch, you know
Who sits primly
Waiting
For the right sort
of fire.
nads went at 20:21