what it is or what it is not

sometimes a conversation with a stranger
is all we really need.
sometimes pretending doesn't turn out the way
you expected it to be. sometimes it lingers, and
frays in your mind. sometimes the words i choose,
are never really mine.

its different, the way they say it. like its no big thing.
but in the end we remember, whats been knocking
ourselves to the dirt. its not really dirt. its not really anything at all
but you just cant pretend. that it never happened at all.

and so it lingers, and resurfaces itself, kind of.
not in the way an outsider will see it. but its back, sort of.
just not really back. its kind of quite strange, the whole thing. you just want something. anything.. maybe nothing at all.
but its something really, if you want it.

not sure what this is. or what to do with it. maybe all that's needed
is a conversation, that covers everything. the vulnerable, and undisputed.