Comparing Notes Someone once told me that she knew exactly what she stood for, although she was never standing at all. What she said and what she did never quite mixed properly, and there was always something I could never understand trickling out. Accusations and assumptions and aggression that flared from embers. Beliefs that wavered as they concerned her and an unwillingness to see what she didn't want to see. It was all so selectively volatile, as though she needed a chord vibrating constantly in disharmony to remind her what music sounded like. By the end I had to realize the truth from what she was never going to say. And I still remember the music that moved us; me to dance and her to walk away.  ¶ 7:56 PM