if_your_name_were_god raze i would ask you why this has to end. why anything ends. and you would tell me nothing that lasts forever could mean as much as something that can be lost or taken away. i would ask you, "why the urgency? why teach us to love what we can't keep? why give a word to something so hard to hold onto long enough to understand?" you would tell me you didn't know. i would ask how you couldn't know the answer to a question that grew out of the world you made. you would say, "i didn't make anything. i'm not god. i didn't choose this name." i would tell you a name is a gift you give yourself. a piece of paper that fits in your pocket can't tell you who you are. every breath you draw is another chance to sketch a new face on top of the one you think is yours. you would say, "you're just like me, you know. we're both fallen angels growing into our better natures one soft step at a time." you would ask for my name. and i would tell you, "you already know." 210911 what's it to you? who go blather from