Twins

Taking every breath at the same time.

Coordinated, from the beginning of our birth.

Each one at a different corner of the earth.

So there we were, somewhere really far, breathing at the same time since the beginning. This wind, coming out of our mouth, making weird sounds, we were making words of them. Words we were already knowing, without having spoke them yet. But these words were there in the corner of our minds, waiting to be said. And then we sat all night, and said the words that proved we were the same mind.