Talk with myself.

With your thoughts,
Up and high on the shelf.
Crossing the dots,
Down and low on my skin.
Naive, you seem.
Yet I see the sins.
Whiskey in your bloodstream,
That I've been sipping on.
You scream my name, I do too.
Flesh on flesh, infinite distance.
You're mine because I'm you.
Touch the same, same we are.
We're the signs of cancer.
Two voices, one body.
I question, and I answer.
Listen, all you do is listen.
-U.J

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There's nothing wrong with talking to yourself. Hell, people do it all of the time.
You just don't want to answer yourself--that's when you know you're completely crrrrrrrrrrrazy!
I have to go now.
The voices inside my head don't like it when I interrupt them...
~Dean Kuch ?
Even the sane taste a little insanity sometimes..