because the worse you feel
the closer the world is to ending;
when you grumble about social reform and how everything is going to shit and we're going to
I'll sit down and wait for you to get it all out, perhaps nod and murmur along.
When things are “seriously fucked up” and something big and irreparable is going to happen
I'll make you some tea and try not to listen too hard
while you get it all out.
If the apocalypse is coming tomorrow,
I generally cower;
the worse your mood is the closer the world is to ending the more you're pacing and
I know you mean me no harm, and
your fear is all directed out your door, but
we are all aliens attempting to land on each others' brains,
our attempts to communicate merely symbolic;
I think the world is ending too
but in a different way at a different time,
because I'm an optimistic kind of girl.