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.
Akhand Singh 