You told me long time ago that you just needed someone to talk to… you just desired someplace where you can hide and bury the things you wish to be forgotten. And that you just fancy for a friend.
I still commit to memory when you first ask me what my name is. And I can still picture out– every single breath– I told you that my name is You. How weird you didn’t act in response to that query and that your counter whisk is to smile. May I know how much in extent you really know me because in each degree I move my psyche, you seem to perceive what my thoughts are?
I want to obtain answers from you. Answers that would create lucid facts of who I really am.
Would you be kind enough to bring me back in my world.
Your second personality,
Oblivion ask me to bring back time.