Yeah, i used to sit on the drawer, just looking she did her things; dove in her bottomless ocean of thoughts, akin to me. I couldn't see any difference between me and her back then. Yet, little did I know, we both were never the same.

I see today as a result of the past, stuck in the consequences i and this world have made. While she sees today as a chance to make up for the future.

I’m driven by hate and rage, breathe the residue of ambitions as I walk by the hall of fear and the ghost of the past. And she strolls like a caravan horse and runs like a rodeo bull with a septum piercing named faith.

In this world; all I hear is only screaming, gunfire, thick blood pouring onto the ground, voice of blame and betrayal, sound of hell. She hears this world as a song with many sections; both happiness and sadness are part of the tunes.

I always drowned in my own thoughts of critical concerns and useless things. While she does it by choice, fully aware of what she’s doing, even though her thought's bottomless as mine; she knows just how deep she should go.

She hides her tears in the pouring rain, while I stand beneath it just to remind me how it feels to have tears dripping from my jaw. She lets her lust drive over so many while I stay with the wild image of her in my mind. She’s a Goddess among mere mortals, I’m the devil who walks on earth. She brings joy upon her own sadness, I carry hell within my laughter. She builds walls with doors, my own self is the hardest of all.

She holds many possibilities, the only option I have is either death or misery. She wears those tired eyes just to let the world knows that her heart is on vacancy, I wear masks to alter the beast. She’s the order, I’m the chaos.

She sold her mind for heart, I sold my heart for sanity.

She’s Valerian, I’m MDMA.

Me and her, we are different. Similarities between us are our bottomless mind and the fact that we both are whores. We just sell different parts of ourselves.

24/11/2019. Some dystopian place called Mind.