Two Sides of One Story

One asks questions; the other sets things in motion

Both inhabit a world of strong women

Psychotherapy and fashion

Psychotherapy and crime novels

What else can be inferred?

Eyes wide open

Mouth asking question after question

No wonder you want to know

Your life is one long uncertainty

Here one moment, there the next

You’re constantly on the move

With nowhere to drop anchor

You floored me with that one

How could you think I’d swallow that?

You can’t assume everyone is the same

If they were, the world would never move forward

It would drown in disgrace

Everyone would follow the same path

Towards the annihilation of all humanity

Fuelled by television, children fed on games

Discovering their identities

While forgetting the roots of their own history

Mothers vie to outdo one another in complaints

Competing to be the best

Family comparisons spilling over into the social sphere

It’s unhealthy!

Poison ivy wrapping itself around our ankles

Infecting our minds

He who shouts the loudest has the most to say, and yet…

It means nothing

Professors hiding away in their homes for half a century

Fifty years without seeing a doctor

Followed by pangs of conscience

Over the state of things here

If this is what it looks like, I want to escape

To a place where what doesn't matter to others matters to me

I’m starting to think about a vacation

To places no one has ever reached

At least there, I won’t find another reason to kill myself