In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Clone Wars.”
I would split myself up into three of five pieces with two separate pieces.
My first self would be the head of the household. It thinks it’s the boss and on top of the world. However, it’s head in the clouds and doesn’t always come back to earth.
My second self would take heart in all matters. It feels compassion, kindness, and love for all living things. However, it’s heart gets easily broken and doesn’t know when to stop beating the head over with it’s big stick.
My third self would be the extremities, which serves both the head and heart. They feed, clean, and mobilize the two separate pieces. Without these four appendages, the twosome would be stuck in limbo.
Now the last piece is a difficult one. It exists but it doesn’t know it also doesn’t. It’s something from limbo and unexplainable. But it’s part of the other pieces. Together, they simply co-exist or cross-check each other constantly.
Fin.
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