let's speak in riddles, child.
i've grown weary of pure honesty.
brevity for brevity's sake
has worn thin.
i long for ambiguity.
twisted phrases,
twisted meanings.
knotted words,
to ponder,
to untie
and weave together into tapestry.
it's unsustainable,
this i know.
extended more than a moment,
it will tear us apart.
extended for more than a moment,
it will nullify
the painfully beautiful
and beautifully painful truths we've shared.
but for today,
and today alone,
let's speak in riddles.
