Hey, it’s A

The other me. The one that lives in my head. The one that views reality differently. The negative to my positive. She’s talking to me now, but she’s asking instead of demanding. She wants me to share our story. I don’t know if I’m ready, but she’s insistent. What happens afterwards I don’t know. Maybe this is a mistake. Maybe this is my next step. Here goes nothing, something, everything.

My Truth