The Rat

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2014-09-01 01:54:56 (UTC)

Everything is Temporary

"You don't understand, it was written in caligraphy, or some type of cursive or just flowing letters." I said shifting around but trying to seem calm.

"It just seems like graffiti to me." You said not even looking up from picking trash up off the bedroom floor. Sorry I threw it there.

"It said 'Everything is Temporary'."

"Okay? And what else?" You were tossing my things around. All your things were tidy.

"That's it! But it was gone today! It was there for a year! Every day on the walk home it was always there and suddenly gone."

"Graffiti gets removed." You looked mad about all my t-shirts spilling from the laundry basket.

"Everything gets removed." I said trying to cool down my brain by sitting beneath the window.

"It doesn't mean just good things you know. The bad is temporary too."

"I know. It's just... remember that weird day we had when we went away with your family and all day everyone we met talked about death and dying? We went to your mother's friend's dying mom's house. Her nickname was Binky and everything in her house was white. Like completely white."

"Yeah, that was a weird day. Do you remember earlier that day an eagle flew over the car with like organs dangling from it's beak?" You seemed interested and it felt like you shined a light on me.

"We went to some restaurant and we both thought we saw a woman enter the bathroom so we waited outside and then realized no one was in there. We were so sure it was a ghost."

We both laughed and I felt better.

"That was a weird day but what does that have to do with the graffiti?" You said now sifting through some papers at my desk.

"That sign was temporary. Whatever animal it was that eagle carried was temporary. Binky was temporary because she's dead now. We're both temporary too."

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying our relationship is temporary?" You sounded offended. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

"I guess I am. But not just in a 'what if we break up' way. I've just been thinking a lot about the stupid graffiti. Like, what am I doing here blah blah blah, you've heard it a thousand times, existential depression."

"If everything is temporary, then bad things are temporary. Like bad mindsets. So you can't be so negative about it." You spoke assuredly. It was possibly apathetically. I can never tell the difference. You always had an answer. I was much kinder though.

"I guess you're right. At least all that trash was temporary!" I smiled and looked at you.

"Can you stop leaving your papers everywhere? They just sit on your desk and end up on the floor and I have to pick them up." You didn't look at me anymore.

"Sorry."

You shut off the light and we got into bed. I'd gotten a conversation out of you so I tried to feel positive about that at least. I said goodnight and you said nothing. I guess you were already asleep.


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