"I am you, and you are me," my brows narrowed at her statement.
I chuckled with humour,"Yeah, you sure?".
She didn't answered immediately, perhaps, I messed up again.
"Uhm, sorry—", she cut me with her words.
"You can't see everything, nearing the extent of not seeing yourself," and with that I can no longer hear that voice. Her voice no longer exist, her existence no longer exist. Yet, I felt her—inside my whole existence. She's a part of my earth life. She's a subconscious realm of myself. She anchored me to epiphany that I was blinded with too much emotions.
I drown myself too much, I loathe myself too much and the product is blindness.
I should give my whole gratitude to her, but I guess she'll be happy if she sees me living fine. Thanks to her I can now see my life.
Now, help yourself and don't be blinded.
