What if they all hate you? Æ challenges.
How can they hate me? They don’t even know me.
Thinking you hate anything outside your skin is a misperception.
You hate yourself for hurting.
Just like I do. Just like them
So, when I think “go to hell” what I mean to say is:
I’m sorry you ever had to ever hurt.
Because I know that feeling.
Because the whimsy arc of time’s arrow, once arched, can be cruel.
When I think “you are exasperating”, what I mean to say is:
Thank you.
Because, patience requires testing to find its grace.
Because, I know what it is to find out someone thinks you’re exasperating.
When I am stupefied in surprise or fury, or admiration, at you, what I mean to say is:
I care for you.
Clearly.
Because, I have an opinion at all.
That turned sappy fast: is all with which Æ can counter.
Well, you posed a ludicrous question.
WrittenCasey 