#there's like 493954798397 different references to other things I haven't really shared with anyone aside from 1 person

[noctilu-uca]

RABBITS ARE FOOLISH PEOPLE: "Is Truth Dead?"

"Hello, my love.

"Is truth dead?" A question I often ask myself. I never claimed to be a poet, and I still think I am nowhere near one. But I want to be eloquent at least once to show it's possible.

I am not the brute people claim me to be; I'm sure you know that well. You, of all people, would. 

Truth in itself is a sticky notion, though forgive me for my speech. I'm just an ex-delinquent playing as someone more refined. This may sound forced, and it kind of is. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. 

Looking into a mirror and opening your eyes, what do you see? A stranger's reflection? The cold blue of your skin as reality sets in? Or maybe I am talking myself in circles, assuming you are like me. I'm not always sure, and I hope you understand.

I am writing as I think, so forgive me for the erratic topics. But knowing you, you are probably enjoying reading my thoughts. I know it's quite hard to figure out what I am thinking at any given time. It is a purposeful act, a role I take on. I'm sure you know why, in a metaphorical sense, it seems to be my truth.

I have always liked metaphors, an audience, and the dramatics. I don't seek it out anymore, but does my profession not say enough? 

Truth is like a choir of voices; its movements alternate between hasty snaps and a sickly slow progression. Relationships are built so heavily on something so easily fickle, something that evolves through language and texts throughout space and time. Emphasis on time. It's almost character. 

When you put a character in a situation, do you go in knowing the mood? The atmosphere? The symbols? Or do they come to you? 

I know you are not much of a writer, but your affinity for stories does endear me. 

Stories. Possibly the most common way to hide the truth. Tell me, when we next talk face to face, will you tell me the truth this time? I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. You have to.

I'm yours if you say forever; you just have to speak. I want to hear something others can't. There is something my subconscious tells me constantly.

So, my love, when I dream next, will you be there? 

With love, ."