Unknown

You never really know someone so well as you assume you do because you haven't been stuck inside their brain. You haven't walked around inside their skin. You don't know what the voices inside their heads sound like. You haven't seen the world within their eyes or heard the ticking clock at 4 AM in the midst of silence with their ears. You never felt the touch of everything they lay their hands on. A person is not how they look or how they speak or how they go crazy over insignificant things. Even at their worst they're never really at their worst because you simply don't know what their worst is. You call them lifeless, but you don't know how vivid they are. You call them sad, but you've never seen their flashback of eternal memories of real smiles and laughter. You call them crazy, but you have no idea how sane they are. You think they're normal and inconsequential but you haven't seen how far their mind travels late at night. You've never died as many times as they did in order to live. Their fears, their dreams, their falling tears, their obsessions, their untold secrets, their reminiscence, the crinkling of their voices, the way they inhale and exhale, the way they talk, the way they walk, the way they love, the way they hate, their heartbeats and their existence. It all belongs to them. Don't you dare tell me that you know every single detail about all of these. You might breathe the same air as theirs, your feet might touch the same ground they've walked all over, you might listen to the same sounds they've listened to, you might as well be like them, but you'll never be them.