“Can you feel like your diaphragm rumbling when you talk?”
Yeah to a point it’s soothing really, speaking in soft low rumbling tones in conversations of sporadic things different times far away places about forgotten dreams things that will never be but still held on to with hope glimpses of the future where I plan to be the person I’ll become.
“And where do you want to be?”
Not here that’s for sure fuckin bad thing about Ohio is that you get fuckin ensnared by the natural beauty of this shit and fucking forget about how bad the place get human trafficking in Toledo then you have the fuckin con place in Sandusky and don’t forget all the fuckin sweet corn, I don’t know maybe off on the side of a mountain in an eastern land over looking the city that or in a third or forth floor apartment in a bay town or port city so I can look down as people rush by that’s how I prefer people close enough to see but far enough to not care.
“Well maybe we’ll just runaway just you and I big guy go off to some distant land or I could just kidnap you or better yet let’s fake our deaths!”
Fake our deaths? That sounds fun but runaway think we’re a bit old for that shit and plus being stuck with you little miss optimist doesn’t sound like fun 24/7
“ well think about ya grump I’m all cheerful (not all the time)you’re a grump ( not all the time as well ) true I can joke about killing people in front of you (even though I think you have but I’m ok with that) really?( Yep you’re my cute little psychopath friend) Yus haha but yeah you keep me grounded (and you sometimes drive me up a wall) but I’ve gotten better about it (true) “
“Will you two just fuck already...”
Later maybe.
“Maybe”