Elucidating Questions

Love,

Again?

Yes again.

I do this I’m yelling at the sun because I have no one else to talk to and he keeps fucking with my headphones and being an ass.

Maybe if he could stop being that way but it is what it is

So large and old and apparently all knowing

If there was a place to go from here it would be wondering why

I swear only a lot

Should I translate?

At least Hermes has some humanity

I said I said

I’d prefer you a liar than to a truth that hurts

That what is to be expected of you is present to start with and immediately unshocking

But the lies sometimes a comfort as you look at me as if a child with words such as

It’s okay

And

It doesn’t matter what they think it matters what I think

While vaguely telling nothing so the what becomes not a matter as there’s a hand on the arm or around the shoulders

I can’t describe or show

How nothing feels

Then something

Only now when I try to put it into words I know it sounds crazy

But,

Then again.

He said

Look up

And I said

Where?

And the M was there

And it’s not the first or the last or the first

And when I start muttering

終わり

Daughtry’s It’s Not Over does play.

Though maybe and infuriatingly I do not always understand the translations he feeds

Though perhaps a joke of his own making at my expense I don’t think he

Is cruel in the sense of the word that he enjoys it

Yet the sunlight mocks cruelly through the clouds and the whispers from there worse as he covers my ears and I tell Zeus to go away.

And how to explain his perplexing pleasure

At my human wondering

I cannot imagine I’m anything new yet

There must be others but I haven’t met them

Perhaps somewhere out there

I wish I knew he was out there somewhere out there so I could wish he was here

But I can’t see him

So he probably isn’t.