Every day, every moment, brings you closer..
to the version you’re not and don’t recognise..
With or without friends and people..
With or without life and situations..
You become your own Doppleganger.
D: “You know, it isn’t easy.”, the fingers dug further in the ground.
H: “What isn’t? This, we being an escapist or realist?”, the eyes looked around.
D: “Why do we have to quit, if they don’t understand?”, the thought plumbed.
H: “When you want to do right and being questioned absurdly…”, the mind numbed.
“What’s the difference? You’ll share your secrets with either of them..”
He asked thinking of the unusual conversation that it’s going to be.
“No, you don’t. For starters, best friend will be one and only one.”
“Yeah, I still don’t get the point you’re trying to make here.”
“If it is one, you are dependent on your best friend, vulnerable.”
She looked down, 25ft below her feet,
The adrenaline rush, for what she has been looking,
Second by second, she could feel her heartbeat rising,
To catch that freedom, moment by moment fleeting.
Introvert in her said, “what the heck I’m doing, I love my life, should have been a reader or a writer.”
Extrovert in her said. “Can’t wait to see what’s next, I love my life, should have been done it earlier.”
Yes, it aches, my heart aches..
not over a gentleman, but for the reason..
known as improper for a young lady..
to let go of the rein, to have a wild run..
To create the history, not sewing or painting could..
To mount at the pace of gallop, a vivid imagination would..