Belief

Corridors. Think, do I know you? Do you know me?

Empty homes and broken families. Let us all gather and pretend everything is alright.

If you were kidnapped, would I save you? Or would I encourage them? Join them?

I once had a dream, it involved peering outside, hoping the people wouldn't notice I was inside. I was scared.

But I was there only because I was going to betray you.

So tell me, knowing this, would you trust me?