a cure to banality

Maybe writing. Maybe. I feel words stream out of my brain like a flood. Not necessarily in any order. They just do.

Do you want to be understood, you asked

With your words, you added

Aren't we all - was my first thought - but to think about it, I can't even articulate what these words supposed to mean

I mean - they are probably just out of my frustration of boredom. Of not knowing better. Of feeling there must be something out there but fail to acknowledge it.

People are boring, yet they are not at the same time. Or more precisely, the more you get to know them, the more boring they become.

Oh, the price of novelty.

I'd like to die young, I added

So you don't become boring? you asked

There is a lot of questions, I said

That's a way of understanding things, you said

Understanding you, you added