OIA'I'O
the longer i live
“It is the answer for all of them.” You say with a rather knowing nod. “If it wasn’t, it wouldn't be the foundation” Pausing a moment, you briefly consider a better way of explaining this. ” Imagine you were asking a group of friends who they borrowed a book from. Of each friend you could say, “Who gave it to you?” And they would be able to answer, until you got to the friend who loaned the book initially. Of that person it wouldn’t make sense to ask who loaned the book to them, since it is their book. “ Shaking your head, you seem to agree. “Nor do I.” In fact, you find poetic things a bit lacklustre and hard to understand.
For a moment you consider, and then shrug. “Perhaps...but. What if it is just you and me? Do you think you could convince me of the truth of numbers, with all you currently know?” This, you genuinely wonder. You aren’t sure whether or not you could, if the roles were reversed.
” Do you?” You wonder nonjudgmentally, large blue eyes widening slightly as your head tilts.
As he asks you about acorns you smile broadly and look around. “Maybe I am. Maybe you are a dream in the mind of a great oak. After all, what sort of girl has the power to stop time and make your feet warm in the middle of the darkness?”
For a moment you consider, and then shrug. “Perhaps...but. What if it is just you and me? Do you think you could convince me of the truth of numbers, with all you currently know?” This, you genuinely wonder. You aren’t sure whether or not you could, if the roles were reversed.
” Do you?” You wonder nonjudgmentally, large blue eyes widening slightly as your head tilts.
As he asks you about acorns you smile broadly and look around. “Maybe I am. Maybe you are a dream in the mind of a great oak. After all, what sort of girl has the power to stop time and make your feet warm in the middle of the darkness?”
the longer it feels
