Oh man, believe in Frank indeed.
Trying to relinquish the subjective from all things is . fucking difficult.
Even with objects, like inanimate objects. I'm sitting on my couch, and am saying the words, "Take it. Take it all away." And then I could only visualize the living room with the table still and me on the couch. I couldn't really go farther. Fire's quite remarkable, how in seconds it will prove your securities wrong and into dust they'll go.
When with people, if you're not making jokes, are you still funny? Are you still in good company, if you're not who you were thought to be? Is there a thing, inside/out, aura or magnetism of sorts.. that will draw two people together? What about objects and people? People and certain breezes of the wind? I would like to think so, but preferably with out any romanticism. Not that romance is .. less than whatever method I think I have in mind.
..Actually. The realism in romanticism. Is romance idealized? Or some thing that stretches the definition of tangible. It's fleeting, fer shure. Moments come and go, but were they not real? Specified studies come and go too. Everything's fleeting.
When it's thought that there is this energy, for lack of a more defining word, that unions two people together? Or is this a desire? Just a desire, meaning, can it be real?
I think I just want a house built out of concrete bricks, with clear windows, and firmly structured doors. Instead, I'm seeing that my concrete is mud, my windows are trompe l'oeil, and the idea of secure sanity in all things thought is as believable as everything not.
I think my eyes are just open today. But they're not clear.
