She is who I want to be.
He is who I am.
Split personalities, performances, instead of a synchronized whole. In my quest for the organic, I find myself playing roles. Which is to say, changing parts instead of continuing in my traditional performance. I "go into character" and I smile and I'm sweet and I'm a wry bitch and I love it and I switch to stale and I find myself wanting to protect her, to save her, to not let her be tarnished by this imperfect reality.
But, then, if it's her or me, I don't know if I have much choice.
He is who I am.
Split personalities, performances, instead of a synchronized whole. In my quest for the organic, I find myself playing roles. Which is to say, changing parts instead of continuing in my traditional performance. I "go into character" and I smile and I'm sweet and I'm a wry bitch and I love it and I switch to stale and I find myself wanting to protect her, to save her, to not let her be tarnished by this imperfect reality.
But, then, if it's her or me, I don't know if I have much choice.
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