Casey G

One day, it will not be tolerable, all of these expressions and euphemisms and pretenses. For now, I abide but we will soon reject one another. The words don’t fit well in my mouth, they fall out like broken teeth hard and uncomfortable on the floor. Blood everywhere, I’m scrambling around for the teeth, apologizing for the mess and trying to clean it up fast to move on. We move on, my teeth are fine. It’s the words, they sound like mis-strung instruments when I speak them. Like trying to play a half-smashed guitar with frayed strings, it’s just not natural sounding. Perhaps because I know their falsehood, because I cannot shy from the superficiality. I cannot dive headfirst into that lull of nothing. What have you been up to lately?