I could never speak in two's before.
But now I can separate the I and the I.
The I who's comfortably numb and
The I who's ardently ambitious.
The ' I ' and ' I 'are separated by a veil.
A transparent veil as flimsy as the one that separates me from my hallucinations..
The ' I ' who is stuck in the arms of yesterday, The ' I ' who missed the train, The ' I ' who's sleeping on cold railway tracks, ears pressed to the rail, awaiting the rumble.
The other ' I ' who's ferocious, The ' I ' whose vanity so high that it keeps away all in securities, The ' I ' who's so fearless and faithful. The ' I ' who's pride hurts in every passing hour of monotony.
Caught in the middle,
I put them both to sleep.
Tuck them away.
I watch them sleep peacefully,
legs entangled, heads touching.
Right at that I moment I knew,
I'd failed.
How much I ever try how can I separate the ' I ' and the ' I '?
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