Currently Listening Easy Tiger By Ryan Adams see related

The wind was tearing around the shop corners now,
and she stood at one edge of the city, looking at the place she had chosen to be.
It wasn't his fault necessarily, she thought, prying at one of her cuticles, waiting for the light to change.
"It's because she looks at me like this..." he had said, making a coyly cute smile, cocking his head to the side a little. And that, to explain his new devotion.
She laughed a little at the thought, he had been so flippant, so strange, but that's what it was like trying to get any serious information out of him at all. What a guy.
She crossed, observing the nearest two, their heads hunkered down, interlaced arms, almost whispering despite the roar and the crackle of the city ambience.

"What about being a twin.. isn't it different? Don't you know what he's feeling?"
"Well... it might be different if we were identical, but I think if you were closer to our age you'd probably know him just as well as I do. There's nothing that different."

Her arms were tingling as she got off the bus, it's sad how answers undo the magic of a thing. Just don't ask. I'ts better to not know. I'd like to think there's something ethereal about being a twin, can't I think that still? Being that close to someone as you're both becoming recognizable human beings... there's something special in that, right?
Don't answer that.

Don't answer me, I don't really mean to get answers to the questions I ask, I just don't know what else to do with my wandering mind, these savagely burning layers of reality. I'm cursed to feel them, to understand that they're there.
But I need to not know.

The clouds were overhanging now, covering the boothed stores, park benches, and wilderness.
She thought she'd take a break, an impromptu coffee, a parasocial date across the bar, making angels in the leaves.










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"...Cause everything inside that's not something you own
Is what you're taking with you
On the day that you go
And oh, what a beautiful world when we sing
                      Hear all them bells ringing out in the street
                      Hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe
       Oh, hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe
Cause if I don't believe in love
Then I don't believe in you
And I do..."
-r.a.