You know...when I was young I used to look around at all the unhappy people. Watch my mother smoke, and my father drink. I'd say hello to strangers and they would shrug without a word and keep on moving. I would tell myself " When I get older I'll never be like that! "
..and before the blink of an eye I found myself immersed in life, doing my best to cut myself off from everyone. I couldn't take it..the shallow conversations, the strange looks whenever I talked about the stars or philosophy. I was told I said deep things but who was trying to swim further on to understand? So I got bitter. Things felt like they would never change. I got into fights, I said terrible things and I even..I even thought about just dying.
Life happens. I want you to know something..things and you..they always change. You know..my father used to tell me working on art was a mistake and waste, but I like making it. For a long time I really did believe him because I struggled and hated a lot of what I did. It was an outlet for a lot of my hate and cynicism...but I wanted that to change too. I wanted it to release all the love I knew was inside myself just waiting for you. We all need hope in tomorrow and it always begins where we stop telling ourselves everything and everyone will always be the same.
We can't resign the future to the equality of now, good or bad. We can't take these moments for granted. If it's been a hard one for you, come sit with me sometime. You don't have to be alone as I was. That's the thing about what I mean..everything changes eventually, and you never know what comes next.
Oh, man, sorry I've been so out of touch lately! I'm still here, and, having just read this second installment of Fangs For the Conversation, I just find myself once again in love with your... well, your everything. You just write these very significant and poignant stories, but most of the time, everything's at least alright (if not better) in the end. I know I probably don't say this enough, but... thank you.
Oh, man, sorry I've been so out of touch lately! I'm still here, and, having just read this second
