Or how I screenprinted someone a shirt for Christmas that made one of my oldest friends tear into me like the best of men’s rights activists.
Apparently making a shirt that says ‘men lie’ is a crime against men. Apparently not all men are liars, as one of my friends so…
I hasten the day when the words “I’m sorry” and “I care” are followed by actions that reflect the magnitude of the syntax
We throw words like darts, hoping to hit some kind of target, find something tangible to grasp onto, all the while stumbling aimlessly
But I’m not confused anymore, for the words you’ve never said say it all