no.
we hurt one another. we go through each others life dressing up in new clothes and covering up our true motives, our true feelings, our true selves. we meet up lightly, we drink pink lady apple juice, and then we give each other pain. we don’t want to. what we want to do, what one really wants to do is put out one’s hands, like some dancer, or better yet, those tourists at byron bay. just put out one’s hands, and touch you, and tell you, i’m sorry, but i really like you. thank you for your message. thank you for your time. thank you for coming to see me. thank you. but we can’t. we can’t.
