you and me and oil paintings
At forty he speaks with the mouth of a 16 year old and it is not good anymore. Not because of age but because of repetition. He is saying different things but with the same tone, and it is all meaningless and a waste of trees. But who are we to judge? Does anything matter? Is it only important because life will keep going after we all die? If not, what other reason is there? Maybe she is not a believer but is searching for some kind of enlightenment.
It is only good until people have had enough of it. We are filled and then become empty again.
In my dream I am a witch with a broomstick.
Count the lines in the corner of her eyes. Can you read them like tea leaves?
God did not do anything. Sit down. Look at everything that has been built and destroyed because of us. We will go on making things until we cannot even when other people have had enough of it.