The Butterfly Effect.

The Butterfly Effect.
Lee.

Everything about you is utilitarian. Your use of language, economy of emotions, time spent, your breathing, clothes, haircuts; even your underwear. It all has a self-serving purpose, nothing is for show or effect, it’s just functional, just to serve you. I never thought that you’d be the same towards me-naïve as I am-though. I thought you’d show more, give more, even love a little more, but thoughts-just like you-are deceiving, chaos even, just ephemeral strands of wishes, ifs, buts and maybes. You standout, you see, by not trying. You’re noticed by not being there. You don’t speak but are heard. How can your utmost minimal of effort cause such grandiose outcomes? How can you make someone like me, write this about someone like you? How?