My Castles Are Falling

Maybe leaving's not the only way to go.

Twins. We are a surreal thing. We are like lungs, we work as one to make the day pass as normal. One can live without the other, yes, but there will always be a special shape to the emptiness that cannot be filled.

And when one is empty, he does the only thing he can think to do.

“I need to get out of here,” I say, to no one in particular. So, without a word, I stand up…and I run.

[This is sort of also a songfic, partially inspired by "A Chain of Flowers" by The Cure.]