Part 7: A rift. Two alternate worlds...

I drag myself home, my heart is empty, yet full. My heart flutters, yet is still. My heart is whole, yet split into two, as I struggle to match me with who?

Yet again I find me in my mind, trying and trying and trying and trying to leave it all behind,

but all it is, is a warzone on reverse rewind.

I stand on either side of my heart, staring across at each separate half, feeling the pain of the bottomless rift between both parts, I suddenly see the connected dots become a work of art.

The art wasn’t between you and I.

Wait, that is a blatant lie. The art was between two alternate worlds in my mind, two worlds which I cannot seem to make collide.

Each world is exactly a year apart…

The first formed at the introduction of your name, meeting you was a moment of humble fame. In this world I knew you for the smallest of moments,

yet it feels alike to knowing you my whole life…

The second formed 365 lengthy days downstream, meeting you was a common occurrence, but each time I would still gleam. In this world I knew you for an eternity, yet it feels as if it was a small moment in time…

My mind and heart are on their knees, trying to pull the two parts back together without any guarantees I am trying and trying and trying and trying to decide which of the two worlds I prefer, as the art is between two alternate worlds in my mind, two worlds which I cannot seem to make collide…

My heart is empty, yet full. My heart flutters, yet is still. My heart is whole, yet split into two, as I struggle to match me with who?

29/04/2022