(Poems are not my specialty so sorry but here’s a story x)

The water rippling as my boat Softly glided along the stream. a still body of water Reflected the earth and its beautiful silhouette. I wondered to myself what if there is more to a reflection?. What if the copy of the world we look at through a glass, or mirror, or liquid is a other world. That is sometrical to ours in every way?. What if we’re the reflection and we continue to be aknowledge by “them” in our reflections everyday.

One day I look in the mirror. I am conscious of who I am, what I’m doing, and where I am. But it is as though I am but a spectator to my body. Glaring into the reflection I felt different somehow entirely. Waching myself commit to my daily life but this time I was the reflection. My body moving like a puppet connected to strings.

Years or what felt like centuries had passed and I had been WACHING this “other me” totally take over my life, my friends, my family, even my work. It was suffocating knowing I was with them every single day but only I and my silhouette could hear my silent cries.

It is easy to get lost in the underworld. Let your fears and addictions get to you for two seconds and your whole life can change even the world around you.