Two different souls, two different lives.

Two-dollar cotton sheets, or Egyptian cotton, Thrift store sweater, or cashmere, Full fat coffee with coffeemate, or extra skinny caramel latte, We are the same. Two different souls, two different lives, the same feelings, the same doubt. Unemployed or CEO, A full night’s sleep, or a 2-hour nap, A studio apartment, or a 5-bed country home, We are the same. Two different souls, two different lives, the same pills, the same result. Changing dirty diapers, or sipping on cocktails by the pool, An hour’s peace at bedtime, or a late-night date under the stars, Single and alone, or engaged and thriving, We are the same. Two different souls, two different lives, one more glass of wine here, two more Xanax there. Staying in and ordering take-away, or a night out on the town, In bed by 11, or meeting a booty call at 2am, Crying yourself to sleep, or crying until you throw up, We are the same. Two different souls, two different lives, one result. Two sets of blades from the draw, two pools of blood on the floor, Two bottles of wine, with two bottles of pills washed down too, Two poor souls, two different lives, two headstones, two of everything... We were the same.