silence kiss
and this often worked for complete conversations spanning for hours or even days.
Questions.
Questions.
Don't know.
i admitted.
and i probably didn't
but i probably didn't give it too much thought, either
so i bowed out, casually
and returned to preoccupation.
Questions.
Questions.
Again.
Questions.
as if i was holding out...
As if repetition could chisel away the last defenses around my hidden truth...
Often it could.
Too often couldn't.
Don't know, won't know.
i often refrained.
and this often worked for complete conversations
spanning for hours or even days.
fewer questions.
Self-reliance,
i thought,
is surely a good thing.
Questions.
Questions.
Still more.
Questions.
more questions,
more persistence,
more follow-up,
more repetition.
Who cares?
Why bother?
So what if you even knew that, anyway?
Right?
Don't know, won't know, don't care.
Ruthlessly crafted.
Plainly delivered.
Pinpoint accuracy.
And this time,
before i was really prepared,
it worked.
