A tale of two minds is more than a reality,
It's practically a nightmare...
emotions are mixed, my minds are a mess and I'm left, putting together a puzzle with missing pieces and mismatched places.
With emotions uneven, and mentalities separate, I wonder if my puzzle will ever be complete.
I have hope and the aspiration to succeed in my "whole-comings" but if my emotions won't mix and our personalities won't blend then I can never be whole.
Then I cannot be the me that I have never known.
Shard after shard, sliver after sliver I have been reconstructed into this person that I don't even know...
How sad is that?
It's foreign enough that I can't keep up, that I can't even understand the roads that we are being led down.
I trust my guide, but can I trust myself? This stranger?
This person that is being built before my eyes, can I trust me?