Sometimes I feel as though there are two me’s, one coating
directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods when
he’s supposed to nod and says what he’s supposed to
say, and some other,
deeper part, the part that worries and dreams… Most
of the time they move along in sync and I hardly notice
the split, but sometimes it feels as though I’m
two whole different
people and I could rip apart at any second.
