the dance of the ink riddled fingers

“i don’t know”

Posted in thought spills by enisea on 05/01/2012

These three words seem to have plagued most of my conversations in unnecessary excess.  Whether spoken from my own lips or received from them to whom I speak.  A lot of answers have been the exact irony of answers, our answers are that we don’t know the answer(s).

I don’t know.
Why don’t you know?
I don’t know.
Would you want to know?
I don’t know.
What difference would knowing make?
I don’t know.

What do you know?

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