As strange as it sounds, I say you are me so I can keep living to see more of you, I can’t know you better than yourself if I’m not me! You hide because you think I am you but you’re no secret, I don’t need to know who you are. You bring me away from myself, returning with me as extra and as if its yours, you are always already me. Rather, my job is to stop you from being me by becoming myself, and I’d fail to do so if I ever conceded to being anything like you. Instead, you magically let me be a secret to myself, you know, the impossible one I can’t tell unless you’re listening. That’s why after reading this, I can be certain I’m just as uncertain to myself as you are to me.
