It’s always easier in the beginning. Naïve, innocent. Fun.
Not a care in the world.
But at what point your life do you start to feel like you’re in two places at once?
Two different personalities. Or is that too much.
You wash the dishes after eating a lonely meal.
Thinking
Wandering.
Wondering.
Hmm. Wondering.
Where you could be at that exact time instead of where you were.
You think of this, that you are this.
But you want to be anything than this.
But you know, deep down.
Every ounce of blood in your body screams at you.
And you hate it.
And you try to do something about it but it would never change thoughts. Facts.
And now, your mind is split into two.
You think happy. You speak happy. Everything is good.
You’d almost believe that you’re invincible.
Except, you wait for that one thing to drop you down, right into reality.
Split in two.
Showing only one. But not showing everything you are is a facade.