To erase you
I am truly confused.
The end of reality is near, and every day there are less and less things I can count on as true.
You'd tell me that there is no truth. And I would believe you, like I've always had.
I am (or at least someone in me is) so profoundly devoted to your philosophy, and not.
I believe in you, or in something. I cannot really place your face anymore. I don't remember your name.
And you are so far away.
Parallel to whatever I think, you are. And I have never been so sure that something existed as I am about you. But I might be wrong, you'd said. No. Not as far as I will decide my own reality and die in the labyrinths of my madness.
The end of reality is near, and every day there are less and less things I can count on as true.
You'd tell me that there is no truth. And I would believe you, like I've always had.
I am (or at least someone in me is) so profoundly devoted to your philosophy, and not.
I believe in you, or in something. I cannot really place your face anymore. I don't remember your name.
And you are so far away.
Parallel to whatever I think, you are. And I have never been so sure that something existed as I am about you. But I might be wrong, you'd said. No. Not as far as I will decide my own reality and die in the labyrinths of my madness.
