What am I?
I don’t know. What are you?
You know my name, but I’ve never known yours.
I’ve been around more recently, haven’t I? You should know it by now.
I have seen you too much, perhaps not enough.
That doesn’t make sense. I don’t like you.
Yet, here I am.
Why don’t you depart from me alone?
Then wherever shall I go?
I don’t care, just leave.
You won’t permit me.
What?
If you wanted me forgotten, you would let me go.
Nevertheless, I don’t want you around.
Yet, hither I remain.
Then what is your name?
Oh, I’m a composite of possessions, all of which you’ve baptized me.
I’ve never named you.
I don’t think you swallow that, in face, you know it not to be veritable.
Then what’s your name, tell me. You have to have one. Everyone has a name.
Oh, you know.
That’s no answer.
Yet, that’s what I am.
I still don’t like you.
To be honest, I don’t care for you.
Then endow from me.
I can’t, this you were already told.
Why?
You won’t let me split away.
Even if I did that, I wouldn’t exist.
A dilemma you’re presented.
Maybe it’s best that I left instead.
Where would you go?
I just wouldn’t exist, I have no reason.
Stop feeling apologetic for yourself, you fool.
You say that because you need me.
If you say so.
It’s true, if I cease to exist, so do you.
Maybe it doesn’t work that way.
What do you mean?
I become all, one, and everything.
You’re still missing parts of the whole.
But I would exist, around the gaps of existence, unlike the timorousness you’ve become.
You still wouldn’t be whole.
Yes, but I would be for something.
Now you’re presuming.
What have I got left?
What then?
Maybe we do what we should have done long ago.
I don’t like the sound of this.
Unite, combine, integrate, become one.
Nevertheless, I don’t like you, you’re bad for me.
Usually in these scenarios, one doesn’t like the other.
Why?
One kills the other to control the whole, for the right to exist.
But I do exist, you don’t.
How do you explain this conversation then?
I can’t. I presume it’s typical based on similarities.
Because you presume a lot, it only means you’re often wrong.
Why then, should either of us exist?
A question posed in which can’t be answered.
Without one, there isn’t the other.
Not true, you’re still not learning.
If I destroy you, then I become nothing.
But if I destroy you, I become everything.
Consequently, you do need me?
Yes.
What do you want?
I don’t care, just be gone.
Maybe you give me my right.
You’re right to what?
To exist, motivate, to live long.
If that’s your wish, so be it.
What will come of us now?
What’s always been true.
Just go away.
This negotiation is over.
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