You and I are so different, we're practically the same.
I say to the man rudely speaking over me from the other side of the mirror.
He turns around, perturbed. Then looks at me again.
You talking to me? His neck jerks, as though he's been coined as the lastest contemporary slur.
Yes. I confirm. And you might want to fix your hair. Its horrendous from the back.
Have you seen yours? Snappy. He sizes me up an down.
No. Confused. What's he on about? How am I supposed to see the back of my own head?
You remind me of someone... Like the scanner he checks me out, scrutinises me. Yes... just like him.
Like who? I've never met you before.
Haven't you?
I think i'd remember.
Just as naive as he was... Wow. How I wish we were where you are again. Though... you are a bit further gone than he was when me saw I.
What are you talking about?
When I was journeying the IN. Profound, man.
I didn't realise it was you until I came and told me. Looks like you're still at the screening phase. Don't worry, its not too painful. The hug feels nice after.
You've lost me mate.
No, you've found me. And once you get over here, lets make sure you remind me to tell yourself to...




© Haiych