vapor trails.

I was born with an awful curse, I see multiple versions of myself.

by see I don’t mean visualize or imagine, or anything remotely metaphorical.

I mean I fucking see them.

they live where I live.

they do everything that I’ve done.

they’ll do everything that I’ll do.

they eat, laugh, run, scream, dance, fight, fuck, dream.

are we’re all crammed in the same spinning continuum,

we all somehow think that we’re the ones running the show.

oh, how wrong we are.

sometimes I’ll go an entire week without seeing one of me,

and I’ll get lonely.

but inevitably, I end up around the very next corner,

and I become relieved at the odd company.

we run about each other like vapor trails,

brushing shoulders as we pass, knowingly making eye contact.

we’re simultaneously background casting in this movie I call my life,

my reckless journey,

my beautiful disaster,

or atleast what it's in the making of.

I said I've got the lines if you'd like to hear it,

I can't decide if you'd like to be there, too.