One day I'll be able to talk about it. All the lies, the failures, the heartbreaks, the fear...the problem. I do have a problem. But what if the problem isn't me. Maybe I'm just blaming myself for the cruel existence of you. You are the problem. You are my problem. How can someone fix a problem that's existence is out of their control? I'm stuck with you...forever. We live together in harmony and dissonance all at the same time. You are my enemy yet still my closest and dearest friend. You are my fondest memory and yet my greatest nightmare. You make my thoughts clash into each other, you erase the line and redraw it where you like. But you need me. Without me there is no you. What if without you there is no me? What if we depend on each other. That would make your twisted mind mine also. That would make us the same.
