Two sides to the same coin. The same person with different thoughts and different people with the same thoughts all at once. There's the light and the dark; the guilt and the innocence. Light innocence . . . dark guilt . . . light guilt . . . dark innocence. One is an escape from the other but there are bad memories with both worlds. Or it might be the same world for all I know

Writing is in the blood and there's enough blood in my brain for two people it seems.