#two voices

:D

" Light Light

. is the ink we use

Night Night

is our parchment .

. We're

. fireflies

fireflies flickering

flitting .

. flashing

firefies .

glimmering fireflies

. gleaming

glowing .

Insect calligraphers Insect calligraphers

practicing penmanship .

. copying sentences

Six-legged scribblers Six-legged scribbles

of vanishing messages, .

. fleeting graffiti

Fine artists in flight Fine artists in flight

adding dabs of light .

. bright brush strokes

Signing the June nights Signing the June nights

as if they were paintings as if they were paintings

. We're

flickering fireflies

fireflies flickering

fireflies. fireflies. "

had to cut this in half and cut out the intro to get this under the limit for tumblr, but hello and welcome to me singing with myself!! this is "Two Voices, One Song" from Barbie and The Diamond Castle. harmonising/singing with myself is one of the things that got me through lockdown, and this song is just really cute and so easy to find the harmonies with, so here ya go! part 2 to follow

Voice 1: You're such an idiot!

Voice 2: Well you're me so technically you're calling yourself an idiot.

Voice 1: *recalls the number of insults voice 2 had said to him*

Just

How do I--

Where should I--

                                                                                                          Okay, breathe

                                                                                                    No pressure, no--

What am I doing?

Why did I think--

                                                                                               No! No, it’ll be alright

                                                                                                   Just breathe and--

Okay, if I keep breathing,

That’s just hyperventilating

Definitely not okay

                                                                                                                      Okay?

Okay.

So how do I--

Where should I--

What do I even say?

This is supposed to be a lot easier

                                                                                                                        Is it?

It is.

                                                                                     Okay, just stop freaking out

                                                                                       No pressure, no pressure

                                                                                                   No one’s watching

                                                                                                              It’s just you

                                                                                              Just take the pen and

a part of me sings with all the cosmic wonder that sparkles here

while the other’s destiny ties to human console, holding no more.

i want to be both, i can be both,

the hard part is to understand that all of this comes under one roof,

one soul,

not fragmented identities of mismatched poles,

but one umbrella,