Tonight

[societe]

Over the low hum of sam's engine,
I hear my sister talking
Her words are dancing in my ears as I talk about
chance.
I asked her a question
and she answered me
Then she realized two things.
She realized it didn't matter what she said, I only wanted validation.
(not like me to do- best not to ask then to ask and not accept)
Then she realized that the answer she had given me was wrong anyways
Though it was maybe what I wanted to hear.
A back door from chance.
A way out of a hard decision that could be important to make.
And so I approach the cliffs
Slowly.