Two In One

By: Timmie Britton

Imagine a 1964 Ford Mustang collecting miles as it tumbles over the country pavement.

In its infancy it has almost no character, 

but by adolescence it has begun to acquire itself a mind of its own,

not to mention the war scars and its sense of being in this world.

My mind is a 1964 Ford Mustang, it see's no point in slowing down, roars louder as it acquires more experience and shows no sign's of doubt when faced with up coming detours.

Filled with good, bad, and ugly memories yet still vacant enough to hold 80 more years of experience.

It is constantly innovating itself, rethinking its decisions before it tells my body to act.

It is almost as if He has created two fully capable people, yet somewhat contradictory beings.

Yes He, not the name I came up with but the name his own consciousness made up by creeping in the way of mine...... and sometimes I surrender. 

I am the body while He is the engine,

both interdependent, and somewhat co-dominant.

However He has not taken over my entire mind,

and even if He had, He still would produce the same level of intelligence and determination that my body expected of him.

It is a patchy struggle and cooperation between my thoughts and his, once in a while they are parallel, other times they can be slighly perpendicular.

These thoughts are usually underneath the same frame.

He and I work together 3/4th of the year, while the other lonley months He seems to take a break.

Although there is disagreement, we build off of each other's mistakes and learn to become Two In One, similar to the items you would see at your local auto parts store.

I need his ideas just as much as He needs my decisions.

After all, it is not the motor that turns the wheels but the motor that gives the inspirtation for the wheels to turn.