Dec 03, 2005 13:00
At least, she said, you can make art out of this. If you think you're pretending, it sells. But please, allow me to fix this, I'm not being dramatic for the sake of sounding like a broadway show. But If I'm the half of you that's for worse, is it not true that you're far more intelligent and developed and see things as entangled and get hope out of this? How can you say this is false?
Well, he replied, hope out of something that isn't real isn't justfied. Just like the blame you bring isn't. You think you're so good, you see people as PEOPLE and not just as despicable beings, and your honesty tends to fail you right now, doesn't it? You can make something sound very pretty and spoken prettily, but you can't make art. You never could. No, that isn't true either? I'm hesitant to place blame, is that bad?
No, no of course not. She inhaled sharply, We've done this before, its vain.
Vain, he snorted, what do you know about it? Oh, look, you're bleeding.
She recoiled. You wound me, you know that. Why would you say that? You're cruel sometimes.
Yes! Yes! And human, and allowed to be! He cried, I'm so sorry! We're a part of eachother, aren't we.
She didn't know what to say, and that didn't stop her. I don't know what to say, I'm sorry. This is all wrong, and I'm not going away, and neither are you.
WAKE UP!