6 May 2012
I stared, At the mirror. Is this me? My eyes met eyes. Surly not mine.
I stared, At the person. How can this be me? My hand stoked my face. This is not mine.
I stared, And wondered. Why is this me? My brain thinks. But the is not its tool.
This has always been me. I just don't believe it.
The way I look, The way I sound, It is not me. Who I am? The way I think. Is that me?
Confusion • Opuss № I