I am filled with a painful longing, for a friend to speak to where I can freely discuss myself. I feel, that when I write these stories, of my own that is, I am more free to expose myself and let out my heart. Why do I not feel that liberty in the presence of my neighbors? Then I noticed Him.
"You can always speak to me."
"I know, but it feels that You would not always respond to me directly."
"That's because you never try to speak to me in a substantial manner."
"Hmm, I guess you're right."
I know He's always there for me, but I still get that feeling that He is a distant friend, a person that I cannot talk casually with. Yet I never know what to talk about with him, so there's that problem as well.
"Why not architecture?"
"You know that's something I have no expertise in. I know that they are symbolic and have purpose, but that's all."
"Why is the room squarish?"
"Wh-, I don't know that, because it is the simplest shape a room can be?"
"Perhaps. I know the answer, but you don't."
"And this is the problem, you would only answer me according to what you want to answer, and I cannot demand you to answer me like a normal person would answer me."
"It is only a problem if you see it as a problem." His face seems saddened for some reason. So I ask him.
"You know that I am a mere image of myself right? That is why I cannot answer you substantially, for it depends on my true being to answer or not. Yet you have seen that this is the most effective means of communication between us. And the reason that I do not speak casually is because there are humans for you to speak casually with. It is the unfortunate problem that you do not have good relations with your fellow humans. And if I were to answer you in every occassion, then it would be finished very quickly. However, if you were to explore with your friends, then you would have more quality time with them." I cannot disagree with him, for I know that he is right in this way.
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