Fighting with the Mirror of Past


Me: Who are you?

Him: I am none, but you

Me: oh really? we don’t even look-alike

Him: does it matter?

A pause grabs me, silence emerges as a foe

Me: You are a liar

Him: No I am not, I am you, the real you

Me: You can’t be me, I m no longer the same

Him: Yes you are, you are always going to be like that

Me: Oh really? come-on I’ve changed

Him: That is what you tell yourself.

Him: That  is what you want to hear.

Me: I don’t believe you

Him: You don’t have to believe me, believe yourself.

 

 

~ An Empty Glass.

 

 

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