Isn’t it strange?
Life.
How it can feel like you’re entirely alone in a crowded room one moment and drowning in a sea of eyes the next?
It’s a cataclysm of two lives, two brains, two emotions, smashed into one head
fighting to see who gets to speak into your consciousness next.
Its numbing really
Like a tug of war between two tortured souls trapped in the same dark shell they never asked to be in in the first place.
Like a decision of shoes, we choose, which face to put on.
Which charade to play while we pretend there isn’t an atomic war going on in our heads.
But don’t talk about it.
No.
Don’t show any sign of weakness, because my friend there are vultures circling above and they are ready to expose any kind of pressure point they can find
To pick apart the tattered shreds of a heart and mind that the world has left behind
And like a carousel from Hell we ride around and around, each time listening to the tune of our hearts play over and over, and smiling through the ride like we have another choice.
