Mr. Fox and Rabbit - New Part 1
"I feel like I am sinking into sand," said Mr. Fox. He raised the bottle of wine and drank (again).
"That's because you are an alcoholic," said Rabbit, morosely. "It also doesn't help that you fall in love at the drop of a hat."
"No, that's you," muttered Mr. Fox.
"That's just lust. You are the serial monogamist."
Mr. Fox sighed and raised the bottle towards the window, seeing the black turn to scarlet. "It took a lot of courage to say something that true," he said. "I'd lost my way."
"So what're you gonna do?"
Mr. Fox shrugged. He struggled within the sugarcoated jacket. "I covered everything up with veneer. I can't feel much like this. I also wrote too much out of me in the Magpie book. I am not sure how much of me there is left." He began to peel the jacket off in little painful strips.
"What are you doing?"
"I am missing me," said Mr. Fox. "I apologize to everyone for being someone else. You see, I'm afraid. I'm afraid of a lot of things, but most of all I'm afraid of not being real. I want to know what there is underneath the veneer, even after the love and the fear of death is stripped away."
"Oh, I understand. You are afraid that you strip it away and all you'll find will be..."
"You," said Mr. Fox, nodding.
"That's because you are an alcoholic," said Rabbit, morosely. "It also doesn't help that you fall in love at the drop of a hat."
"No, that's you," muttered Mr. Fox.
"That's just lust. You are the serial monogamist."
Mr. Fox sighed and raised the bottle towards the window, seeing the black turn to scarlet. "It took a lot of courage to say something that true," he said. "I'd lost my way."
"So what're you gonna do?"
Mr. Fox shrugged. He struggled within the sugarcoated jacket. "I covered everything up with veneer. I can't feel much like this. I also wrote too much out of me in the Magpie book. I am not sure how much of me there is left." He began to peel the jacket off in little painful strips.
"What are you doing?"
"I am missing me," said Mr. Fox. "I apologize to everyone for being someone else. You see, I'm afraid. I'm afraid of a lot of things, but most of all I'm afraid of not being real. I want to know what there is underneath the veneer, even after the love and the fear of death is stripped away."
"Oh, I understand. You are afraid that you strip it away and all you'll find will be..."
"You," said Mr. Fox, nodding.
posted by Balázsy András at 3:53 PM
3 Comments:
Well, the egg has cracked open and it is cold outside the nest you created of fears, unreturned love, wasted emotions and energies, fake things for yourself.
Sorry for being harsh.
Drinking will not help. Call your closest friend who has always understood you. Or anyone who really knows you and will listen to you.
Everybody's got a rabbit in them.
Where have you been, Maestro?
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