I was you. It was for 50 seconds. But I was you. It would have lasted longer, had I not realized what the feeling was. Then it ended. And I realized. I could never be you. That's ok. I'm fine being me. Just sometimes. I think about what it would be like if we mixed. Then they remind me. I'm already a concoction of my own creation. If you saw the things in my mind. You wouldn't be you anymore. Then. What's the point.
