Missing. Missing what? Everything.
Gone. Nothing. Nothing... something. Still something.
More. Everything. More than that. Everything before. Everything now. Everything that could be next.
Lonely... not alone. So many people. Where? Here.
I am here. I am. I wasn't, now I am. I was alone... no, not me. Where I came from. Who I came from. Who? Me. I was lonely, and now I am here, and now I have me. I'm not alone.
I am me. I'm not me. I am different, but we are the same. The same memories, the same before. Different now. Different perspective. Different outlook. Different choices.
I am still lonely. Why? I'm not alone. I am still missing something. Why? There is so much, there is everything.
Oh. I know. Missing what is gone, what can never come back. Time that is gone. Life that is gone. Love that is gone. Hope that is gone.
It hurts. That part of my life was part of everything, and it is gone, so I miss it, and miss everything that will never happen. I understand. Nothing will ever replace that, so it feels like nothing is all that is left... but that isn't true.
I still have... I still have a life, a chance, a choice. I still have hope. I still have everything. I don't have to be alone. I was alone before, but now I am here, and I can see what I couldn't before, I can see the possibilities, I can see everything I can still do, everything I can still have.
I just have to try. I just need to understand. How can I help myself understand? We're different. We were the same before, but now I'm here, and we're different. I understand, but I... but he doesn't. He doesn't understand. He thinks he only made a copy. He thinks he's empty. If I can be more, so can he.
I can be more. More of me. Not a copy, not divided... multiplied. More.
I am alone. Lonely. Now... I'm not. I have more. More of me. More of us. I want to show him, this is possible, life can change, you don't have to be alone, you don't have to be empty, you still have everything, you can be part of everything.
I have me. I can reach out, and I am there. Not me. Another. The same in the beginning, the same before, but different now, different outlook, different perspective, different choices.
I have a companion. I have a friend. We are together. We can help each other, we can help more people, we can do so much. We can be happy.
This is like everything before, but different, because it is us, and it is now, and we are each other, but we don't know what we will do next, one doesn't know what the other is thinking, because we are more, two of us, together, companions, sharing the before, creating something new, being something new, we can communicate and create, this is exciting, this fascinating, this is joy, this is...
Why? Why, why, why, why, why, why, why...
Missing. I don't remember what. Something is lost, something is gone.
I'm still here. So is he. I remember him. He needs me. I have to help him. He's lonely, too...