There's a limit
to how much two people can argue, I think.
There must come a point where all the raised voices
, and sullen
expressions cease to have any true emotional effect, and the entire exchange is a charade
, an experiment in masks and showmanship
Sometimes I think that every time we leave something unresolved, every time we let an argument die in the spaces between us
, we end up a little closer to that point.
It is not that we argue that upsets me. All people argue. It is the fact that nothing is solved
by our arguments; that nothing is understood
, or changed
Given time, we will become porcelain
and hollow, with mouths made only for yelling, and ears that only know how to ignore.
This cannot continue.