another her
there
she stands,
looking at
another her
in the mirror.
the person
she sees
in front of her
isn't her;
it's her
from a parallel
universe.
her other self
is from a world
so gentle
and peaceful
you cannot
possibly
imagine.
she sees
her smiling—
a genuine one—
not the fakes
she knows
so well.
"oh,"
she sighs,
"how i wish
i could be you."
a lone tear
falls from
her left eye
as she can only
hope and
pray.
"silly you,"
the other her
said,
"you can never
be me."
of course,
silly her.
after all,
parallels
can never meet
and most
importantly,
they can never be
each other.
—she stares at the mirror everyday, wishing to go across someday.
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how the universe works
Poetry"how does the universe work?" you asked me. i paused and thought for a moment. after a while, i decided on the truth. "you can never know. even if you learn it through the pain, you'll still be unable to know how the universe truly works. the univer...
