Other Self
Nov 23, 2023
It is both
A blessing and a curse
To have
Such sharp sensibility.
It leads me to you
Every time I remember
My own existence.
When I stand
In front of the mirror
And look at myself
With steady eyes
My shoulders, arms, lips, forehead
Everything begin to tell stories —
The stories that we could never make
Yet
They stay ingrained onto my skin
Like ancient muscle-memory.
In this temporary world
Where
You and me — we are soon to perish.
Still, it is true
You are in me, I am in you…
