You are a strange one, you know. The way you dress, the way you act, the way you treat people. Your way. Will you remain like that always? With all that rage? With all the arrogance? With all your smoking and drinking? But wait, you don't smoke, you only drink, and drink too much. But surely, you know that. Why do you do it? Does it help? Does drinking help cope with your demons? Does it calm your heart? Does it allay your fears? If I could drink time probably I would, you once said. Are you afraid of time? It's passing? It's permanence? Is that your worst fear? That time will pass and leave you behind? No, that can't be it. Time is your enemy, not something you fear. You always complain that time is not enough, and yet you are so young, you have your whole life in front of you. What did you say? It's the past that you have waiting for you? As an opportunity? As an obstacle? You consider yourself a strong woman and a two-year old girl? How can that be? Who are you? Who is you? Who is the who that you dream of becoming? You have no dreams, just plans, er? As I said, you are a strange one. What about the people out there? Anyone you like? I mean really like? Apart from him that is. What? They are only illusions, you say. All of them? You are disillusioned by said illusions. You know what you need? Somebody, somebody, somebody, to love. No, Freddy Mercury won't do. Can music save your life? Like books saved that author's life? But you don't feel joy. Such a fleeting thing it is. Have you ever thought of ending it? Your life? Of course not. Running away? You did and you could do it again, though you don't want to? I'm not a shrink. I cannot tell you what to do. Can I send you to the future, help you meet yourself of tomorrow? Are you drunk? No, I can see you are not. You are not crying. I'm just a fruit fly sitting on your produce. Or rather the image of it. What do you think I will find if I dig and enter inside? It's rotten core? Ha, you are funny? Do you think you have a rotten soul? Not rotten, damaged, I agree. And what do you plan to do with it? You did say that you have plans. So you want to heal other souls but consider yourself unable to do the same for your essence. Essence! Why do you use words like that? Who are you trying to impress? Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time… scrap that. I won't let you derail this informal interrogation. Do I have more questions for you? I could go on asking them until the end of time. And then some. So, you don't have answers for me. Why then do we keep doing this? Isn't it just a waste of your time? Your enemy? Listening to the questions helps you how? It makes you see things from a different perspective? That's a start. Or a finish. With you I can never tell. What do you mean I should use longer sentences? If it was up to you I'd only speak in punctuation marks, comma, ;, full stop. No, the comma is not in a coma and the full stop is not a fool. Nothing to say about the ; huh?... oscopy. Ha. No surprises there. I see your half smile. Don't try to hide it. You can't hide anything from me. No, not even the fingernails you keep on chewing. Filthy habit. Worse than smoking? I don't know. Don't you think you've had enough to drink for tonight? What is enough? You know what it is. Enough is enough. Yes, I know, I have now shone a light onto the sun. Funny. Haha. You know I can tell you whatever the hell I want. I can see it. I can see that you are mocking me. I don't mind. Mock away. Flock away. Mop away. Or whatever. See if I care. But you must do something. Something extraordinary. Something that will help you escape this rollercoaster ride of exhilaration and sadness. Yes, they should give your name to a hurricane. You'd bring utter destruction. No, not distraction. Not what you are trying to do right now. Let's talk about him. Do you love him? Who? There's only been the one, right? Will you try and hold on to him? Let yourself go for once? Letting yourself go doesn't necessarily mean abandoning it. It means sharing. I know you share some today but not enough. And what about tomorrow? You don't care about tomorrow? You don't care and yet you plan for it? Yes, I got you there. Again. If he wants to stay he'll stay, you say. No, he won't, unless you help a little. He'll lose himself if he remains with you? But, that's the point. You lose something of yourself, you gain something else, and life goes on. Yes, I guess you are the same. It could become boring. But tell me what you want, what you really really want! Half a smile again. I think you don't like my singing voice. I don't blame you to be honest. You want more wine to drink. I should have seen this coming. Go on then, drink. And keep drinking your life away. See if I care. Now, no, stop, that's quite enough. You know I have started getting sick of you and your head games. If you are not really willing to talk I think you should stop bothering me. What? You don't think I'd ever be able to escape you, no matter how hard I tried? Well, watch me go… No, I can't escape, damn you. The wine sure looks good though…

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