We’ve never done anything together that I’ve actually cared about.

Days pass by, but no clear memory shows in which we both acknowledged each other’s presence.

These passing moments I contemplate, unassured that there might be an answer that I wish for.

I wonder if we have inhibited this mind we share, declined it beyond recognition.

A void broke around the connection that once held these thoughts together,

Alas, there is no supposed void. We are but soul, interlinked, yet distanced by will; a fractured psyche, joined together, yet ruined.

This body plays host to one brain yet within lies more minds within than a crowd, an agonizing choir of voices to never be settled.

Had you seen this? Had you chanced this thought in this mind?

Yes. I had seen this.

No. Perhaps, it was never to be.

This incoherent relation of damnation traces from our very being; we are opposed due to this.

This fractured mind we both host, will we join together in the end?

No. We will not.

This mind we both reign over, breaking apart, will we repair it?

No. It will remain broken.

This disorder, this fragmentation of personality, will we be sown together in the end?

No. This fracture of mind can only worsen.

Story wildly unrefined