Nov 24, 2010 01:45
I can hear you there between my two hear-y things, tinkering away. I wasn't sure if you still did that. Of course now this means that I'm going to have to talk to you again & that has always been a mixed blessing.
I wish I could talk to all of you, but you have always been very selective about which parts of you are vocal & which parts remain infuriatingly silent. Thanks ever so for reminding me of fear, of panic, of doubt. Now if you could only flat out tell me what is causing these feelings.
Maybe if I took more time to talk to you about these things I'd be able to coax an answer from you, but I don't need a long & tortuous journey to my own fears, I need them in a brick to the face. I need to be confronted by scary things. If I have to go looking for them myself I'm not sure if I'd want to find them.
Hello smile. How did you get there? I didn't even have to force you. Did brain tell you to be there? He always knows how to win me around in the end, the sly dog. But all you ever really needed was a small piece of happiness. It's all I've ever really needed too. After all, it's the small things that make me happy.
Alright brain, I can live with that.