Why was this posted in General? I've been at that table many times, full of caffine fueled longing, tempered with an aching hesitancy to commit. It's frightening, because once you step on, it takes you away and maybe ends at a bus station in the middle of...somewhere.
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to chat about the darkness.
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I'm thinking this is a metaphor for something more primal than mere verbal discourse.
I may be reading this wrong but I see a timid courtship with undertones of something else, a cautionary note of sorts; a warning that goods percieved may be more damaged than they appear. There's drama here, but also a desperate hope.