Press the button, she said, see what happens.
Children grow up to like to press buttons, expecting an action, a noise, flashing lights, an explosion.
Adults have to deal with childish desires all the time…
By the time you swear you’re his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying —
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
– Dorothy Parker.
Valentine’s is a messed up day, of fake forced feelings between busy people who otherwise wouldn’t be bothered, much like Xmas. Funnily enough my sister was quite fond of this poem… and then she passed away on the very day… and you wonder why writers are cynical…
