your voice echoed in my ear.
I love voices because time can pass as much as it wants and they’re still the same.
we asked each other questions, as we always do. but not questions of life, questions of the world.
when will we find what we define the world through? it’s why religion and science make things easier, they act as answers we can’t quite find.
but maybe I found it, I think maybe I have.
maybe we see the world through questions. maybe our lack of ability to find the end of the maze is because we are busy finding corners covered in webs.
maybe the pieces of our souls that are twins used to belong Magellan or da Vinci.
maybe the reason we are the same is the reason why everyone else is different.
do you see what I did there?