Two minds in one body exist together. Independently revolving around two conclusions. Abandoned in the ruins, in thought dimensions. Spilling out of myself, remembering all the lives I\'ve lived which have amounted to this intrinsic wondering. Self-sufficient in life\'s flames, my thoughts feed off each other and take me to separate but unique emotions, contrasting ones in the mind\'s asylum, in this sad, sad, world. I hold the pearl of the past, on the outside looking in. I dream about him in a psychic blackout. Clinging onto a fake reality in future history. I don\'t know how I am perceived on the scales. I don\'t know how I made it this far with my eyes shut in a pandemic. Minds are fabricated. Clouded by hypnosis. Every analysis is a numeric miracle pulling me deeper into the whiteness of baptised doves, pulling whispers from a fruitless passion. Don\'t leave me here. Come back like a river obsessed with punctuality. Turn my lamentation into summer wine. Give me the sun by the poolside. I have laid out the atoms of my halcyon days. Nothing remains.