Feb 22, 2004 19:11
First, you have your outside self. The self who eats breakfast, talks to people, goes to school..that sort of stuff. Second, you have the other you; the real you. The one who wakes up in the middle of the night in a panic. The one who feels like she's on the other side of a mirror, watching everybody else. The one who stares at something like her hand..and wonders...what makes this hand mine? What attaches me to this body? That's when you panic. All you wanna do is run as long and hard as you can...until you collapse and are too tired to think for one more second cuz you know if you do, you won't be able to stop screaming.
...And that's what she thought about. Everyday she worried about the two selves that were hers. But even in her panic, she also believed there was an answer. One she'd have to figure out on her own cuz she knew no one else would care...although some people will occasionally ask for your opinion..."How do you feel about it?" or "What do you think?"...they dont really care..they dont really want to know. And so, that leaves her with nothing but empty space. And she can't help but think...if there were just one person who loved her more than anything, she would have something between her and the darkness. One person to defend her...to keep her safe..forever...and so, she keep looking for an answer...
--MaRsHa