to my younger

we walk here, faces forward, thoughts inward, and we think that we are sharing the things that shape us when in reality we are just getting better at fooling ourselves.

i should know you better than this, and the fact that i have to gain insight by reading words on a screen frightens me.
are we really losing the ability to relate? is it just you and i, or our entire society?
i feel like things have gotten better lately, but better doesn't equal good.
we are likely so much more similar than we ever could have imagined (though our differences remain sharp and obvious), and i wonder if we are both too scared to let down our guard and really get to know one another in a profound way.
(you know, the way relationships should work).
i am real and you are real and yet any kind of revelation or confession of things that attest to this is limited to brief whispers when we feel like we can't hold it in anymore.

and then all is quiet between us once again.

5:26 p.m. - 2003-06-29

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