Conflicted?

I am.

When I became The Listener,

I lost my way of speech.

Everything is Illuminated:

"Everything is the way it is because everything was the way it was."

I forgot about

loving the life you lead.

It feels good to remember.

So many words,

and I'm stuck.

Happiness.

I've got it.

"You see right through me, too."

"I guess that makes us like a pair of windows or something."