Long Poetic Titles Really Aren't Necessary.[EDITING]

Tuesday August 17,2018

I'm Sitting in my Ma's new car

My Window is down and I'm trying my hardest to not mess anything up

Because right now, I'm feeling as if it's the only thing possible

I think I might be having another "Episode"

That's what I've been calling them

I know I'm awake

I can Feel it

But I can also feel the dream that I'm having

It's confusing

It's weird

Like being stuck in limbo

Only, I'm not stuck

I Could leave

I Could stop this

But I don't

And all I can think is;

What's stopping me?

And the other side of me answers for itself

"What"? Is all I would call back

Silence is all that yells back at me

I'd repeat myself

Over

And Over

And Over Again

Each call louder than the last

But silence is all I'm met with

After a while it's like the me inside gets so desperate for an answer they break

And everything falls to pieces

And finally, the other side comes back

They pick me up, dust me off

Piece me back together

Because even if I don't get the answer

My other side is still me

And no one can stop them or take them away

Not even myself

End.