Words that have been said will be unsaid. Things that have been done will be undone. The toothpaste will miraculously find its way back into the tube. Whatever I thought I meant with my words, or whatever I thought I felt with my ... overtures to emotion, is changed, is different, is undone. Things don't really mean much. In fact, they mean nothing at all. I am indifferent. I am. I am.
Indifferently staring at you across faces. Indifferently imagining, thinking impossible thoughts. Indifferently worrying about what you'll say and when you'll say it. If ever. Indifferently wanting you. And lying about it.
- Trish
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