While you muddle your way along, I am watching. Quietly observing. Deeply absorbing.
My responses to you are tentative. Gentle. Feathered. I am playful.
Inside I am calibrating. Culmulating.
Time moves on, events unfold. Immediate, but gentle responses. Careful.
Inside I am feeling deeply.
I voice my concerns, low volume. I attempt to guide you, to guide us. Yet frustration is building, in all the places you can’t see.
Conclusions start to come. Calculating. You let me down here, and here, and here. You hurt me here. And here. and here.
I don’t want to play anymore.