Frustration

Sasori is the most frustrating person I know.

We talk about art a lot. I mean, like a whole lot.

He'll let me speak, most of the time. And because I have nothing better to say and 'cause I like it so much, I'll start talking about art.

But the thing is, he'll keep saying stuff under his breath while I talk about art, probably 'bout what he thinks art is, mm-mn. So eventually I'll get ticked and ask him what he thinks art is, if I'm so terribly wrong. You know what he says? Everlasting, yeah. Everlasting, just like always. It gets intolerable after a while.

When I bug him enough that he'll say something besides everlasting it'll just be something like beautiful or stunning or something like that.

But that's not what art is, that's just what it looks like. He should know that!

He's an artist, like me, yeah. He should know that.

Because art is life: art is colors and art is sounds and art is heat; art is pain and art is loss and art is love.

Art is that second it goes off; art is that moment you see it happening. Art is fleeting and art is spontaneous and art is inspiration.

Art is an explosion and art is its aftermath and art is the feeling in it all.

Sasori doesn't get that.

No matter what I do he just doesn't get it. It's really annoying, yeah. It'll look like he's paying attention and then I'll ask what art is and he'll just say everlasting again.

I really hate it when he does that.

But you know, recently he's been letting me talk. He still doesn't get it, I can tell, yeah. He'll never get it. But he'll let me talk, and he'll listen, not just hear like he normally does. (He won't interrupt either, yeah. That's nice.) So it's been getting better, slowly. I like it when he listens to me.

Actually, I've been liking Sasori himself more recently. I think he must not hate me as much as he did earlier either, 'cause he let's me talk, like I said earlier.

Sometimes I forget he can't really feel anymore, and I wonder if he'd still think the same way if he hadn't. Maybe he could get me better if he hadn't ripped his heart out. Heck, maybe he could have even liked me, like I like him, if he hadn't, hmm.

I know it'll hurt more when I remember he's a puppet, yeah, but that's okay, 'cause I still like to wonder.

But things have been getting better between us recently. I like that, 'cause I like him, yeah. He'll let me talk, and he'll listen. Sometimes, when he wants to, I'll even let him talk, and when he does I'll listen. We're finally starting to act like partners, finally.

And then he had to go and get himself killed.

Sasori is, without a doubt, the most frustrating person I know.