Who are you?

Who do you think I am?

You cannot answer a question with a question.

But what if I am perpetually a question.

Really, who are you?

I am mostly what you see, all of what I tell you and more of what I may not say right away but you will get to know. Why, who do YOU think I am?

You’re who I see, what I see you do and how others react to you. You’re what I know about you that others don’t.

Am I allowed to ask you the same? Who are you?

You can ask, but I really think you already know a lot that you don’t say.

Maybe, but I’m never certain about anything. You paint your own picture…

Yeah, I remember you saying that early on. It’s true.

Yeah, it is.