and in all of this i see you in her. and it scares me. but all the same. and i see her in you. and it's all very confusing. and through everything i replay every moment at which she specifically corrupted the sentient coursing through these ribbon tied veins. and that's what happens. a pause play cycle. when i see you. and we are not each other. you are not her. she is not you. i know that. at least i believe i do. but what if we are all each other. and even so what if i force you to be her. because that is what i have learned to do. what i have listed underneath oxygen in the disposition of this conscious i hold. that perhaps i need her in some way. and through it all i will find a way to live with her though she is responsible for the majority of why i have become a victim to hatred for sundays and third person point of views overriding my first. i think outside of me. and perhaps i cannot blame either of you for that. but all the same. i see you in her. and i see her in you.
