Now as I sit here, you describe me thoroughly. You describe me as the source that starts differently but also ends differently. The concept of two places, being ripped a part because of a strong force. A force that is slowly spread and then spat into the depths of the inevitable. Like it's a life essential. Am I suppose to believe such a way? Am I suppose to believe how you view me is meaningful?

 

You described me as 'bae'.