Conversations With Myself #2

 “You all right?”

“Both - yes and no.”

“That’s not cryptic at all.”

“I mean, I don’t know this for certain, but I’m fairly convinced you of all people know what it feels like to carry this insufferably heavy baggage around, and yet you just know - you just know you’re gonna keep on living, one way or another, even - even if you loose your job, even if you loose your home - even if all you have left are the rags on your back, you’ll just - continue.

     ‘Basically just because we don’t know how to stop.”

“I guess it’s pure stubbornness.”

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