Deeper than the Surface.

With the fabric of my life – I know there is this bond.

I know there is this connection.

There always will be.

A memory comes to pass, fleetingly and I recall suddenly:

you were then what you are now.

So I ask myself the question: why then, the expectation?

Perhaps I am grasping for more, innocent naivety expecting you to be more.

I have foolishly expected too much.

For you are what you are, who am I to expect a change?

Who am I to request one?

I shouldn't try to change anyone.

I should just accept.

Do you believe in fate?

What are your beliefs?

Who are you?

Conversation never delves deeper than the surface.

We really know nothing.

And a satisfaction is to be achieved from this?

From a basic nothing?

Obviously, however one sided.

Unfortunate. 

For me to quell my thirst. 

It's a loss. Deeply.

From a time bygone, returned to haunt me now.

Strange though, I remember nothing of the pain then,

Only a memory of the pain now. Doesn't make sense, does it?

I know, I know. I'm analysing again.

Don't say it. Just don't. I know your opinion.

I know what you think.

Leave me be. These are my words, for the world to see,

and these are my words – TO ME.