Head Space

-Who are you? Why are you?

I am you; we’re the same; I live in your brain. To explain me is to explain you. Is it easier now?

-No. Who are you, and who am I?
It’s unspoken, but you know it. Better than anyone else could or should.

-That sounds good; now why are you existent?
I can’t say, nor can you. I’m your fear and desire, your love, hate, and fire. I’m everything between your heaven and your hell. You get it now? I am you. You are me. But the space between us is contingent on our existence.

-Let's clarify, solidify, and make it all integrate into what makes sense.

Go! Don’t be so tense.

-So you are me; we aren’t the same. But we have the same brain? Though we both strive for the best for each other, yet, you condescend me? Immediately,  we have the same emotion but don’t control the same fortune. The way you are in my brain is tormenting. You are a misfortune as a portion of you, if lives to this day. No answer I asked was given. That’s why we’ll never be the same.

You’re closer than expected, but still far off. There is more to the story than your own glory and flourishing. So goodbye for now, soon to arrive, back into our brains, of truth and lies.

-Goodbye; you’re torturing me.