If in death he claims he knew anything of mind, he was coveting his own bias. Most conversation consisted of blank stories and opinions he spouted during car rides and one sided conversations. He knew barely of my mind or opinions. His words only strove to reaffirm his own opinions in the world, without intellectual input on my part. A few times I made a gesture to be heard, just to fall on the ears of someone who could not and refused to stomach the truth of my own personality. I am a prisoner to the only mind I spend my days with, stuck in a revolving cycle of intrigued questions that he wouldn't allow an answer to. I shock his owns truth so deeply he cannot bear to hear my own opinion.