A Study In Insincerity

  You are talking about the past as if it were the future.

Clarity comes in between two places.

Waking up to you is getting ridiculous now.

Sometimes even love can't agree with itself with which form to take. Where can I find a man governed by reason and not his urges?

You need to watch yourself, as if you were your own worst enemy.

I'm a confused spirit. Night and day but at the same time.

Much of your pain is what you chose for yourself.

Maybe so, but I am healing my sick self with the poisons within myself. You know, men like you make the laws, but you also break them more than those of us who follow you as a shining example.

Yes, Death and prison for you mere mortals. It's a different law for the rich. Only an idiot or a genius breaks manmade laws. 

Is comitting a crime a need?

No, it's a disease.

But you took a bite from the apple.

I bit the apple to cure you.

Tell the ugly truth!

How did we ever meet? At the same time, at the same place?

Time has really changed, and it has changed us too.

It can all be lost, and one day it shall be forgotten.

Joy and sorrow. All bundled up neatly into one beautiful package. But your real beauty is within you, like the calm peacefulness of a lake. While beneath the surface, the dangerous currents flow strongly.

I was holding a wooden box, it had many compartments of different sizes. I opened a small drawer, and precious stones fell into my lap. All the drawers contained jewels of different sizes, but each of the compartments was full.

So what is the next move?

To find the man who gave me the box?

How?

I didn't figure it out yet, but I must do this for myself.

So you are back on the yellow brick road?

Not quite, but I feel my self moving slowly back towards it.

Why?

It gives me security. Peace of mind.

And me?

You give me anxiety and make me throw up periodically.

So you will pursue the Sheikh?

Please! He pursued me! I don't want to head in that direction, but feel as if you have pushed me onto that path. Given me no choice!

Careful, please don't speak another word.

You see, this is not love! This is spilled blood on your Iranian carpet!

Your words are like spilled blood. You know, you can't return to your Mother once you have left home!

I didn't have a mother to return to, so it was never difficult for me. Home was never an option, there was no home!

It never harmed anyone!

It never helped anyone either.

We are running out of time.

There is an art to being confused you know?

Why are you here?

I will tell you what I have told you before, so do not ask me to repeat myself!

I Didn't lock you in! This isn't a prison!

No one knows how to leave anymore.

Maybe if you just opened your heart a little.

Please God, give me a doorknob to turn.

But we are marvelous.

We are a layer of some elaborate hoax.

You're tired. 

Yes. Sick and tired.

You need to be more supportive, of the one's who lock you in. Keep you safe from yourself.

Yes of course.

Not again. It's in your nature not to stay.

Today always becomes tomorrow.

I saw you at the Italian bar on Bleeker's, you looked high, you looked very high actually.  It was a crying disgrace.

So. No one knew me.

Where are we tomorrow? Where?

I don't know, but I can't cry anymore.

It seems so clear to me. It's over now.

Yeah, get out of here.

You are so outrageous. Did you change your name again?

That's how you play the game, you change your name.

You're like a gangster on the run. Tiny one.

Yes I'm special.

Everything happens for a reason, you know that?

Karma.

Does the Sheikh have a Gulfstream?

I think he has more than one.

You seriously want to go back to the Middle East?

Not really. I don't mind Muscat and Oman. Not Dubai. I hate it.

But he's based in Minnesota?

Yes.

Don't do this. I love you.

I know.

Questions are always going to remain unanswered.

Please, come and lay down in the outline where you once were. Just be prepared to leave. Don't make any friends, and tiny one... Don't fall in love.