An old black habit

We were afraid of becoming too much like ourselves, or wait, should I act unsure and ask him, were we afraid of becoming too much like ourselves? Worried about wearing out the trope of authenticity. Can that be a trope? Sure it can, just look at Oprah. Yuck. Don't bring her up. She's how we got into all this trouble and fear of becoming ourselves. She's shorthand for the battle hymn of the republic. I'm not afraid anymore. Of self-recognition in your wayward ass-- We're restless people, we want more and less at the same time. Satisfaction is the first sign of a problem. It's a kind of dilirium mumbling instructions to itself for how to maintain. Just... just... pretend if you gotta, run in place, mend the hidden with the obvious, find a way to keep your magic without disappearing acts. And as soon as you master it, disappear, move forward toward its myth—

To fall out of love with you, I'd have to fall out of love with myself, he said, and I'm working on it