Running in the Background

I think we're alone now, that was close, come in out of the rain, the humidity makes you look frizzled.

You're forcing yourself, I see it, cohering yourself to a quick response, bending to my whim. Is it raining where you are? Raindrops on your mind, slowly finding there way through summer clothes making you October cold.

I'm just blowing the ember, how quickly the fires fade when left to there own devices, said no camp ranger ever.

Stop questioning it, don't question it, don't box it in logic, don't crush it in formula. Don't dissect it, let it breathe and react naturally. Dammit don't force it but don't stop.

Are we just what we have made the other to be, schrodingered until the next reply? A thread stitched so dizzyingly, across an ever broader spectrum of time and space.

Do you believe everything I tell you?

Wait, what?

Do you take everything I say as the honest to goodness truth?

I do, I've been honest with you and would hope you've returned the courtesy to me.

Good. Good.