Worlds apart, my mind feels distant from my body
And in turn my soul too.
In the darkness I stand as I peer to the fray.
But dark, darkness still.
Persistent to the end.
My thoughts trailing
To a life I know not. But that face I see is mine
I don’t recognize him
He looks at me with a determined smile
And that light in his eyes, my eyes.
How could I not feel anxious looking a different version of myself?
He turns and stares at me the glass like barrier between our world
“Focus.” He mouths to me. He turns and scurries off.
Focus, huh?…
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