What I see in the mirror is not me.
There is a question that goes something like,
"If you were to meet yourself one day, what would you think?"
I'd think I was a jerk.
I mean, I look like one in that reflective glass.
I never thought of myself like that.
I mean...quiet, subdued, a bit of a loner...but not a jerk...
I don't really see past the reflection.
It's just a body and I'm looking at it from behind, my actual being not enclosed in muscles or embodied by a brain.
What am I staring at?
An alternate me?
The future?
The past?
The present?
Is there an answer in this mirror?
Am I asking pointless questions?
And you....what are you staring at?














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Damn it all.
To oblivionthegodswilldevournothingless.
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