All of a sudden there are new rules and

neither of us knows what they are.

You pretend you do, of course, you are

expounding upon the subject as

though you have all the answers – this

is your normal mode – I don’t pay

attention to it anymore. Things you

say don’t make sense if I

hold them up to the light, they are

just random words, pieces don’t

fit together. You are just shooting

ideas into the void, they scatter madly,

you are trying to fill the silence with

sounds because silence frightens you.

by Cher Bibler