Convo with John Doe.
John Doe and I; we shared several thoughts, cigarettes and beer cans.
So we were talking one day, on the tip of my tongue.
He bellowed, “ I am invisible. You are invisible. We are all invisible.”
I chuckled and replied defensively, “ I am not invisible. I am merely a decoration of veils, veils, and veils of drab lies.”
He glanced at me strangely, and then slowly said, “Isn’t that the same?”
I shook my head, and sneered, “No, because being invisible requires some sort of existence. I can’t exist if I was never real.”
He took a short while before he comprehended. So, I hid a little snigger in the back of my throat for his lack of sympathy.
But by then, we had moved on to a conversation of skies and buses.
So we were talking one day, on the tip of my tongue.
He bellowed, “ I am invisible. You are invisible. We are all invisible.”
I chuckled and replied defensively, “ I am not invisible. I am merely a decoration of veils, veils, and veils of drab lies.”
He glanced at me strangely, and then slowly said, “Isn’t that the same?”
I shook my head, and sneered, “No, because being invisible requires some sort of existence. I can’t exist if I was never real.”
He took a short while before he comprehended. So, I hid a little snigger in the back of my throat for his lack of sympathy.
But by then, we had moved on to a conversation of skies and buses.
