Dialogue between you and I
Darkness.
Silence.
Stasis.
Absence.
These are illusions I created
To comfort myself.
They are lies I uttered
To live through the day.
It was never dark,
Silent,
Static
Or absent.
It is time to accept
The truth:
I lied.
This shell I build
With words,
This emptiness
I carve out
Of meaning,
Letting you appreciate
The beauty of deceit,
They are nothing
But creations
Of our dialogue.
But here and now,
Through your voice,
I am the only
One
Who decides.
And trust me,
That freaks me out.
