To Debate with Ones Many Personalities

They are all versions of me, sitting together arguing over the topic at hand. One is dead set on one side, another holds tight to the shreds of a life. The others are there adding to the fire of the discussion too, each one viciously defending their point of view, none willing to budge an inch. All of the versions of me are willing to drift along on their destructive and intriguing path until a real decision can be reached. They debate and discuss in my head all day long, sometimes all night. The constant jumping from one side to the next is exhausting. Perhaps much like how a waterfall creates bubbles around the rocks on the river bed. All confusion, never clearing, more bubbles beginning when the old ones pop. How many petals will we tear away in the search for who we are before we realize that we are already too close to the center? First the outer shell comes down, then the soft shell, then the smooth skin, and all the rest that follows. It could be true, the mirror image thing, I feel something each time, but can’t put my finger on it. Perhaps I was separated sometime in history, and am searching for the other half. What if I do find it? Can that happen? How do you ever know for sure, but for the feeling in your chest? I guess it’s all relative. I am just going to have to be that person, who does the things I do. At least until this reality flip has run its’ course. Who knows how long that will be? The last one was ten years give or take a month. So for now they all continue their discussion.