“What do you see in her?”
“I don’t see her. I literally haven’t. At least in a while. But even metaphorically I don’t see her. I listen to her. I close my eyes and read through her. I imagine her voice with a million possibilities and when it didn’t synch with what I heard, I cursed myself for not listening properly.”
“But what does the voice got to do with you listening, what crap are you talking about?”
“See, you walk through the forest..”
“You mean you walk through the forest!?”
“No, I mean you. You embody yourself and put yourself in person on some setting such as a forest”
“OK”
“Now what do you see?”
“A way”
“It’s a fucking forest, how do you see a way?”
“But you asked me what I saw, and that’s what i see.. if I should see something in particular tell me then, I’ll go with it”
“Fuck that!”
“No, go on. I’m in the forest”
“You know what, it was much easier when we didn’t know each other that much”