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May 2007 Yeah, I'm talking to you. | |
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I want you to know that I want you to know nothing. Still, I want you to know what I mean when I say fireflies. I want you to know that I’d like to be enigmatic and confusing. I want you to know that I want you to be curious anyway. I want you to know that I’d like to spill my secrets. But I won’t. I want you to know not quite enough to make anything more than guesses. I want you to know that I’d like you to be mystified. I want you to know that I don’t expect anyone to give a damn. But I want you to know that I want you to be curious anyway. I want you to know that I’d like to be asked questions. I want you to know that I probably wouldn’t answer them anyway. I want you to know that the lights come on when you guess right. I want you to know that I hope you apply the words to yourselves. I want you to know that I wonder if you sympathize or empathize. I want you to know that I wonder if poetry is as revealing as I think it is. I want you to know that words are nothing unless someone reads them. I want you to know that I want you to know nothing. And I want you to know that I want you to be curious anyway. |