She had herself cornered.
"You're a wonderful story teller..." she began, as quickly as she stopped.
"What I'm trying to say is that I believe you. I know it's wrong, with every fiber of my being, to believe you. Even if you are telling the truth, your track record says otherwise." She said, half smiling.
What she wasn't admitting, was that she liked the words that came out of his mouth. Believing them, as is, made her feel that anything was possible. Unfortunately, the words had nothing to stand or fall back on - no structure, no stability. She sometimes imagined them floating in the air, in disarray - trying to piece together their true meaning.
The letters that make the word 'petrified' also make up the word 'free'.
The word 'live' is just the word 'evil' backwards.
She & He. Him & Her. They both knew how to phrase sentences that admit and deny everything at the same time. Sometimes he was controversial just to play devil's advocate. If she was caught off guard by a comment, a joke, an action - you'd think the world screamed "cut!" just so she could seamlessly decide on her comeback.
They both wonder the same thing...
Where is the line?
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i'm glad you started this.
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til then, i bear witness.
feel free on the feedback, it's the reason i'm putting them here. obviously i know some pieces are better than others - but they all hold importance and relevance to my life. write what you know, you know? at least for the mean time..
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