it's an interesting concept.

i see you, staring at this screen. or, maybe you're distracted by a noise you just heard? a thump, bump, or clack, somewhere in a maze of a house that you can't definitively say is your house. you know the room you're in is the same, as long as you're in there. but, what happens when you leave? does the room twist and contort to someone else's interpretation? maybe you see the real room, and everyone else just sees the room as they interpret it. i mean, you're the one who stays in there the most, right? you have the final say on what this room is, what it means and represents. 

it represents you. and you are something beautiful. something magnificent, majestic. something inexplicable, yet makes perfect sense. a living contradiction, consistently so. see that? a consistent contradiction, aha. you really do stick to your part ... but is it just your part?

aren't we all .. living? breathing? the same air, no less. i could stare into your eyes, and you could do the same. you are i, but i am not you. i am my own disgusting beast, captivating and magical in my own sense. i cannot be you, and you cannot be me. but you can, and are, i. do you get it? i hope so. you were always quick to understand, i hope you are the same now as you were then.

what a foolish hope. silly boy, people are never the same as they were then. when was then? what is now? people constantly change. you, now, are changing. as am i. as these words sprawl across the screen, i change. into another beast, another concept far too vast and wonderful for this world. you, too, are too wonderful for this world. 

there's a certain change in the air that happens when someone finds a purpose. i feel that change now. do you feel it, too? 

is it You?