#idon'tknowhowtofixthis

The problem isn’t that we’re too different. No, the truth is we’re too alike. Maybe instead of mother and daughter, we’re doppelgängers, because it seems like bad luck or bad feelings brew and bubble up in the darkness of our opposing shadows. Each is blind, deaf and phases through one another, unable to truly connect or understand. A tragic dance of miscommunication, misunderstanding, and tension staggers in the twilight…with only a limited time before dusk to fix the steps. Made all the harder with trampled, broken toes to match broken hearts.