I know you know me, so why can't you see? It's so bright this light I can see. I've been so lost, so confused, so hurt and broken. Now I've found something that is truly real, so real I can feel it, but you can't even see it. Can you even see me?
Yes I can see you. You shine brighter than the stars, your future defined, your dreams endless, and your chances solid.
Then how can you not see him?
He doesn't look like you.
Tell me, what is it that you see instead?
I see his angry scowl.
You don't see his smile?
Surely he does not smile through the madness of his own ways.
You're blind, you only to see his anger. I can see his cheeks broad and flexed upward in a grin so wide and proud.
Pride? (scoff) He has nothing to take pride in.
I think he has more than you think, after all we all strive for something. We take pride in the purely true things we do to get these things, and I see his honest work.
It doesn't count if he wastes it, you fool! Can't you see that?
I do see that, but it doesn't count if he doesn't see that. What if that is not his purpose?. . . I can see that.
Well, what's his purpose then?
He desires something else that all people desire, to fit in. What if that's where he fits in, can you truly deprive him of that?
I can see there are other places that he could have chosen for himself, better places.
I can see how you would think that. We all have places we belong but sometimes they are intertwined and laced together, not separate.
I don't see any good places in his world now.
Yes you do.
I see no place!
You see me. . .
