Look at this reflection.
Pain staring back at me.
Haha. Never thought I would see this again.
The despair. It's there behind the mask of skin and bones.
Looking back at me with pity.
And I hate this feeling more than pain.
Pain is at least bearable.
The inner me argues with all of this statements, but why should I think it's all the opposites?
We are the same.
We are the opposites.
But still.
Why is this shadow talking about me?
Sometimes I only hear it talking about the reflection?
Maybe it's just me.
I hope it's just me.
I hear it talking every second.
How pathetic I am.
But opposites attract each other?
Huh? It's destiny to be with it together forever.
But I look forward to the end.
Soon enough noone will remember this reflection of despair in this dusty room with these two shadows of mine?
It's clearly me.
But why can't I remember those days as I was young and free?
Those days were it's been fun and carefree.
And I sigh again at the words of the reflection of my shadow.
And I hope and think again.
Maybe it's just me.
