On a terrace in Paris

Sitting on a chair my mind started having a life of its own, I seemed to be be two people one here in paris and the other faraway. Not in a place but in a state of mind that made my third personality come to life, it came to life because otherwise i wouldn’t realize i had the first two. i wouldn’t see that i had several lives. The live of me, myself and I, all with their own objectives, goals and ambitions.

The first one is the rational one, reality being his best friend, and reasoning his biggest asset. All is black and white. All fits in pigeon holes and rules are there to be followed. He is the one that puts emotions aside.

The second one is the one of the heart, living for what his gut says. He is often hidden, but always there and the first one’s best friend and biggest enemy. And the strongest one of the two, as he feels doing something against the heart is wrong, and a chance missed

The third one though is the one that analyses the two, trying to find a meaning for it all and the voice of conscience and the voice of common sense, the moderator. Always there but never seen.

And me? I’m just looking at it all and do what I ought right, taking it all up, and enjoy the saddness and grieve for the joy.