two invisible faces merged into one
nr 1 hiding behind steel bars
nr 2 strong as an ox breaking free from its chain
they meet in a room of silence in noise
arguing in the dark under a leaking ceiling
tears and loud cries cutting the air into a million tiny pieces
enjoyment and laughter echoing through the wide open doors
nr 1 standing ever so small pressed against the prison wall
nr 2 satisfying its curiosity in a row of adventures
dark and bright
day and night
awaiting the final battle
the outcome is yet to see
desperately in need of a nr 3 – a “middle ME”

this is all new to me... and I'm trying to figure out how to deal with it all...
my aspergers is a big part of this...