when i was 6 years old i was convinced that behind my eyes was a movie theater, that everything i was seeing was projected, and my job to the hundreds of tiny people inside my head was to show them the greatest story ever told
sometimes i wish i was you. do you wish you were me? could our souls intertwine in such a way that the concepts of "you" and "me" would become totally irrelevant?
i would ask you: "where do i end and you begin?"