something.
i’m supposed to start out with something, right?
although, my something seems like nothing…
and my nothing seems like everything.
at least at the moment it does.
you can be my nothing… or you can be my everything.
which would you rather?
and would you rather at all?
because i’d rather you did.
but that’s just my opinion and opinions rarely matter.
sweetheart, darling, i think i’m falling.
i’m falling hard and i’m not sure where the end of the tunnel is.
or the yellow brick road for that matter.
but I think we have already established the fact that matters aren’t matters at all.
just opinions.
and those don’t matter.
would you rather?
would it rather?
that definitely doesn’t matter… and matter is what matter is. right?
sure.
let’s put it this way sir, it’s like lipstick.
no, it’s not like lipstick it all.
it’s glorious i do believe… and red in all it’s worth.
but…
it’s well…
it’s not what I was going for.
so we try and explain again.
this time… with a little more worth.
worth…
like a gunshot wound.
but not in the head.
a very poorly aimed gunshot wound.
except that the sniper was apparently too good to be bad.
but bad is what it comes down to.
so i’m standing there like usual.
at a train station somewhere… you know the place. i took you there once before, if you paid attention at all…
did you pay attention?
once again, not the matter… just the incentive.
yes. that’s what.
back to the train station?
or was it a subway.
we’ll pretend for a second that it was a train station…
out in the open for all to see…
there are planes flying high above our heads now.
much higher than anything, let alone something.
and god forbid nothing.
wait… where was i again?
well… you know.
ok, let’s get to the point.
the point is that the bullet ends its not so well thought out flight in the back of my kneecap.
yup.
that’s exactly how the story went.
and i tried to compare it to lipstick.
what on earth was i thinking?
