William is the new William.

"Happiness is the new happiness."

"I'm sorry?"

"Sadness use to be the happiness for me. I fought for it on the playground and then took it to the prom."

"OK."

"But I'm finding it is OK to feel peace. I find it is OK to be content, happy. In fact I find it to be a goal."

"A goal?"

"Yes. I find that not having business is OK. Not having drama saturating my life is actually something I can be OK with. I don't even need yours either. I'm OK sitting quietly waiting on the next peaceful thought."

"Sounds like it makes sense right?"

"Sounds like it right? But people are uncomfortable with it. It bothers them. You come across not giving a care. You bludgeon them with indifferences."

"Well something has to be wrong, right? You got to still have problems."

"No. No problems. The only problems is that you think there is a problem. Your only problem is people needing you to have problems. You even upset people not having them. They disdain you for not being bothered."

"You're bothering me."

"I'm confusing you as well."

"Right."

"Happiness is the new happiness."

Slowie easily works.

"If I can't manipulate I can't live."

"Your face helps."

"I still have to do this to people so I can feel comfortable."

"Your legs assist."

"Those that can't be manipulated like Nicholas scares me to death. If I can't usher him into a pen with methods of manipulation then what is there, right? How would I be able to understand them?"

"Talking is ruled out?"

"I don't know who I'm talking too. When I talk to people it's like I'm talking to myself. I know very well what manipulates me, so I just exercise this on others. With Nick it doesn't work. he seems to be freely thinking. He is unleashed or something."

"You still have your walking arsenal."

"It's like everything was connected to one thought system and he abandoned it all. Not even a part of it works. I don't think it could not work.It is like the complete opposite of what I do."

"You work at manipulation?"

"It doesn't take much work."

"OK."

"It's a guide."

"What does that say about me?"

"Can you go get me some more coffee?"

"Right away."

your shoes on the stairs.

over our time

200 shots

in the end

your last photo never came out

it didn't advance or something.

old camera new film

dimly lit

not posed

we posed

in the end it only remains in my head

if you hate me

i want you to know that you do.

Lanvin just wants to know.

"The debarkation line has moved."

"Huh?"

"Any friends I have acquired from grade school up until yesterday have lost their potency."

"That would include me."

"Right."

"OK."

"I want to know what it is like to want to see you, or even what it is like to want to talk to you."

"What?"

"These relationships I had previous to today were relationships where I had no choice but to be involved. I didn't pick anyone of my own volition."

"Including me?"

"Including you."

"I think I'm cut now. I thought we choose our friends?"

"They are chosen for us."

"Ok."

"I realize that all of my relationships are made up;and they have unusable ingredients. Especially the people I considered close. Especially those. Because my need is greater with them, and by removing it I find that I am not as misplaced as I thought. I'm actually whole. Removing my investment, removing my need to search for pain, or comfort from pain, I have taken away 99% of my desire to participate in a friendship and instead observe what it is there for."

"Having breakfast here with me must be painful."

"Not till I've eaten the eggs."

"OK."

"I just wanted to know what it is like to really want to see you."

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

rumi

it can be weary

They are purpose first.

they are purpose first

a hard and anxious guide for a reluctant self.

unpretty

easily--first admissible

but eventually--through a discovered desire-- bulging and full of wonderful

then a movie date

silly moments

with bellowed laughs

and tenderness

that comes

but they are purpose first.

wonder lost.

see if the plot finds me

not the anxiety driven

forced participatory

and the constant constant of this world

I'm done

after finally running a ground

i now stare out of the window and hold my hands

i wait

no searching, though that is ancient

wonder lost

the plot will find me.

and I will find the wonder.