"Get a job" they said
"You'll be fine" they said
"Just get use to it" they said

I sit wide awake
While everyone sleeps
Unsure what to do at this hour
My brain is tired
But yet refuses to sleep
Due to needing to be awake at the site

New schedules soon
Hopefully this will help
My sleepless nights

Choices
Do I stay
Do I go
Do I continue on
Do I start over
Do I create art
Do I read a book
Do I train
Do I ride

Endless choices
Endless possiblities

and yet
I sit here
and do none of it

A story plot
Would take up hours of my time
Line by line
Page after page
My flow was never ending
And one was even hundred plus

But now
A few paragraphs is difficult
The drive I once had
Feels forced instead of natural
I use to write
To escape reality
Now it feels every my stories
Have once again
Become prison cells

I have a second life
Few know exist
Black and white
1s and 0s
Endless possibilities
Endless wonder
A emptiness is how it begins
Slowly the world grows
And find new life
In the stories I write

Small shards of glass
Precious and rare
Few even know they exist

But when a Angle cries
you watch not just the action
but you feel their soul in pain

The dam they created
finally comes crashing down
as they break


And with time
they build the dam back up
and smile with their glowing smile
once more

always finding the light
through the storm

I thought seeing a copy
was just one instance
but it is happening again
makes me wonder
if this is lifes way
to show me
the people I used to know
are doing well in another life
that their happy
with what has happened
as I never see them again

Oh, to be able to say
you know a person perfectly
and you've just met
oh what a gift
oh what a curse
to stay
silent

My skin feels weird
my actions aren't right
My thoughts are off
Im watching from behind a glass wall
and I don't feel right

A strange feeling
A weird feelings
of two lives
controlling one body
and neither know what to do