sometimes it is trying

is this how it is suppose to be? after 17 years you listen but you don't hear anymore. you see but deep down, you frankly don't care anymore. the responses are there, automated from years of conditioning and you go through the motions but you stop trying to understand. you stop trying to know. you know where the potholes and the land mines are and you tiptoe lightly around it, avoiding the explosives but not caring enough to dismantle it altogether. you think you are correct, and she thinks she is correct and both stop trying to understand the other's viewpoint. you interact, you dance the tango of life, one foot back, one foot forward and yes, you love but you stopped to bother. i don't remember. maybe it has always been like that. maybe this is how life has always been. maybe this is how it lasts.

you can do anything but you can't touch a frozen heart.