I've been fantasizing so many scenarios

Hence, none of them are real

None of them can and will be real

But it's good to imagine

To imagine that someone could make sense of every little detail of what I am

And they can sit down and listen

Have a conversation

And even then, I'm not gonna care as much as I'd like to

And you

You

Will not stop blabbering

And talking (talking, talking, talking...)

The language capable of unity is silence

We chose division (division)

In the face of the unfamiliar

We choose walls lacking reason and nature

In the search of meaning

We choose faith

In search of me

I chose you

An abscence, forfeit desire

Be what you can be

Be what you see

I love what is not me