Oh darling, you wouldn't survive three seconds as me.

I like talking to people who doesn't exist. They usually say the right things.

They're deep thinkers like me, sulked in the corners of the Internet. I like that most times, we don't even understand each other, but we go on like sponges, absorbing every angle possible, in every poem, in every story, in every word.

So then there was this:

"I wonder if I can live a day as you. It'd be so cool. I can read your mind and see how it works. I've always just wondered."

Oh darling, you wouldn't survive three seconds as me. The initial impact will destroy you. 

A day as me will kill you.