I am not very good at feeling
Inward.
I can sympathize, empathize.
But when anything is turned back on me,
I can't make heads or tales of it.
So I don't know if he likes me,
A feeling that comes back to me.
I think I like him,
But I don't know what to make of that.
I sometimes don't relate well to people
Because I don't care about social politics
And that's all that seems to matter.
You may see what I write and think,
"I wouldn't like Sibyl much either,
If I knew her."
That's possible.
Likely, even.
Sibyl is basically Ophelia,
But a little better developed
And a little more tragic
And quite a bit more innocent.
She has the same role as Ophelia.
But she's an actress.
Sibyl is such an interesting character,
There's something so relatable about her.
We all sort of have a Sibyl inside of us.
That's not to say we all will **** ourselves over rejection,
I hope that isn't the case and won't happen to anyone.
But I don't know anything.
Je ne sais rien
Je ne connais rien
And that's okay.

Anyway,
I think I'd like him to know that I think he's
Really great.
For many reasons.
But I'm too scared.
Because my feelings run too deep
And I don't really understand them.

And it's like firing the cannon at the continent
And carving out the cliff
And digging the hole
And having a brick-maker when there's no need for bricks.
It all gets crazy in the heart of darkness
And nothing seems to make sense
In my mess of emotions,
Like an elaborate tangle of black yarn.