sat with my mother and talked about trust. talked about intention, and about the inexistence of wrong and right. about obsession versus love, about possession over loving.
about my dad, and how he truly didn't think he did anything wrong. and explanations and apologies. about intention, intention, intention. sex and the city, where carrie lies to aidan about smoking when he asks her. she says "i must have liked him a lot" to have lied at first.
and what is rote existence anyways? and what makes us interesting? what makes us dissatisfied with mundane, yet yearn for stability?
why do we coin phrases like "ignorance is bliss" and "painful honesty"?
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