cuntology 101
I remember the only reading I ever gave you...
You've moved on from things. Don't be sneaky, grow. Everything you need and want is on the other side. I'm sure I don't have to talk about the queen of wands again...
You refused that advice didn't you?
Perhaps every friendship is just as shallow, surface level, kept around long enough. If they're anything like ours I can tell you that. Not without love but with a fear of depth that is never really opened, resin in an old pipe you continue to pass around, glass never cleaned.
You let actions speak, but never vulnerable.
But that's just it isn't it? My way in was authenticity. It gave me a permanent seat at the table. It was never about "who you know" with me, and maybe all it ever was with you.
If there's one thing I can ever give that awful tyrant over you it's transparency. Maybe a little too much. Makes me look like a fool when I see my reflection in its clean window. But damn did I learn, and damn would I have learned faster if I could see what's under the surface now.
I served cunt, you served on it's shoulders.
If you look elsewhere you won't find it, and if you look on the horizon you'll see my palace against the sun. Affixed to the skyline of your soul...
You could always head towards it. But you wait too long and let that sun dip, you'll get lost in the thicket. "Never find what you had, throwing good after bad"
Thanks Brandi...
You can't be night without Day...