“Where your eyes don’t go a part of you is hovering”
I know you mock me and my slime molds, my quest for some kind of unplanned synchronisation, but there is two of me in this head, and the silent one seems to be seeking other silent ones. Don’t you find theres two of you in that head of yours?
One going rabbity rabbity rabbity, and another silent one that’s controlling you from behind the scenes?
In these words is the rabbitty rabbity one of me, but I know the other is there, slowly guiding what I do with its own secret agenda. Don’t take anything i say very seriously because the other part of me has other thoughts.
Its that part of the brain that deals with this syncing business, it wants it, desires it, gets me to come up with vaguely rational arguments for why I should devote large amounts of time in the pursuit of this ill defined activity.
I think maybe the other part of you is similar, but perhaps you have more say than I do. You are an individual and assert your individuality, so you don’t allow the other you to get in the way?
But sometimes, just sometimes, don’t you get the urge to shut up in your head and find out what the other you gets up to?
It’s dangerous though, where will it lead you?
I know I can’t shut up for long, even in the most religious of auras theres a little voice going “come on Roberts, pull yourself together girl, you’ve still got to take the dog for a walk and hang out the laundry”.
It’s there though, the other me, always there. Watching, waiting, but for what I don’t know.