That's the one thing we've got.
I saw you today, standing alone. Smoking your cigarette and standing in the snow, wearing a typical gray sweatshirt - you were barely sheltered from the cold. There was a gentle wind that played games with the snow caught in midair, and I knew I would appreciate your thoughts if you shared them with me. I knew, looking at you, that there was a poetic world around you and you were perhaps being inspired before my very eyes.
Why then, is it impossible for me to speak to you without contempt or annoyance? What is it about you that repels me so? How can I look at you and see qualities that I admire, yet see you and look at qualities that disgust me? Are you growing and changing into the potential I see, or are you the obnoxious overbearing opinion you present yourself as? If there were just you and I, would things be different?
Why then, is it impossible for me to speak to you without contempt or annoyance? What is it about you that repels me so? How can I look at you and see qualities that I admire, yet see you and look at qualities that disgust me? Are you growing and changing into the potential I see, or are you the obnoxious overbearing opinion you present yourself as? If there were just you and I, would things be different?