One Mind, Two Bodies.





  We stare into each other’s eyes, our foreheads pressed together.  Strait jackets tie our arms behind our backs as we sit cross-legged on the padded floor.  We continue to stare, our faces merging.  The same thoughts are running through our minds.  We don’t fight.  The bond can’t be broken.
  “  Oh, my God.  This is-” you begin.
  “  Scary.”  I answer.  We are used to it.  Common occurrence; finishing sentences and speak synchronously.
  “  We are one,” we say together.  If I feel a stabbing pain in my back, you feel it too.  You have difficulty breathing, I have it too.   You’re sad, I’m sad.  I’m happy, you’re happy.  We were not born of the same mother.  We aren’t twins.  We are friends.  But yet, we are one.   And as we grow closer as friends, our telepathic bond strengthens.  Like twins, we support each other through weak and strong.  We both are losing our sanities.

  For we are one mind split between two bodies.  Two very different bodies but one mind.