You Say: the Commonness

A story about a poet, his girlfriend and their pretty complicated relationship (I) Kurtistani; aab, cddceec, ffb You say, we both have a lot in common. You read such commonness as a good omen, a sure sign of happiness ahead. It's true, we have a lot alike, my dear: impermanence, caducity, frailty, fatality, ephemerality and emptiness that goes beyond a mere interpretation, boredom, tiredness, non-alcoholic beverages, chess, severe sleeplessness and mortal fear. We split as well the adjectives, for sure: young, adolescent, adult and mature, old, bald, ill, lonesome, demented, dead.