Jack and Jill

Somewhere winter is not as cold, summer not as heat stricken. Push until you find out whether you're made of jelly or jam. But they're both one in the same. No, they end differently—though they both start with the letter j. What if they're at the beginning of a sentence, or my name is jam? What then? Then they start with the letter J. I'm not sure if you're being sarcastic. I'm not sure if you're being serious; just don't worry about it, alright? How come every moment I live ends for me in a single perspective; I wanted to see my face when I watched the car pass presumptuously while leaning on the light post and flicking a cigarette onto the pavement and watching it burn next to the pebbles. I'm not sure you're ready for those sort of realizations. I'm serious. You're working too hard. Find out when you're supposed to leave. That way I can start... Leave? Where to? Shouldn't you have decided that by now? In any case, I'm tired of waiting; let's start walking. I'm not walking if you're letting each moment pass by like we're leaving footsteps in the snow. I'm making my footsteps. Make whatever you want—I'm leaving. I'm not sure where I want to go, yet. I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough. How important is the sun to the moon? Well, it's like that street sign over there. Read it for me. "Stop" Exactly. Don't be such a prude. They work together to create some sense of reality, don't they? Without light, do you think we'd be left in the dark, alone? Watch this car. You see how it’s careful, running on top of the snow? It’s like that. Watch. That's very impressive. When the sun rises each morning, some of the snow melts from the heat, but we aren't getting closer to summer. We'll find ourselves stuck in the middle of winter, running in one spot. What a treadmill. Speaking of mills, you know they made a windmill that ebbs the tides, right? Well, I realized how I don't need you anymore. I never controlled the tides, though. Exactly.