"Ok, so you have been fucking it away, what does that have to do with your dinner?"
"Every single second, I have been fucking it away, does that mean anything to you?"
"You're a decent man, you have decent kids, you have lead a decent life."
"That star is dead, long time dead, I'll never see its death, but it doesn't mean it didn't happen."
"Your gravy is getting cold."
"I have missed so much, I have paid attention to so little. Theres no sorting out what is important and what's not."
"Can you see?"
"No."
"No, I mean, can you physically still see?"
"Yes."
"It's all important."
"Is that your strawberry jam?"
"Yes."
"Perfect."
"I love you."
This is an intriguing format. I feel like an inadvertent listener to someone else's conversation.
ReplyDeleteThat light bulb moment of seeing clearly.... love the conversation
ReplyDeleteCould it be that life is like a bowl of strawberry jam ~ sticky, sweet, a few lumps here and there, a feeling of satisfaction when your're close to the end?
ReplyDeleteI would prefer the taste of strawberry jam as a leave this earth.. like those last words is a perfect way to part. There is a softness in leaving that way...
ReplyDeletePerfect. !!
ReplyDeleteOh your words resonate with me, kiddo.........we are likely our harshest critics, LOL..........I love the strawberry jam and the "I love you" at the end. Being loved warts and all is not too shabby a fate. All I have is the jar of jam, cackle. Oh, and a dog. Thankfully, a dog.
ReplyDelete