Amnesiac Identity

Surrounded by quiet chaos

Walking pass people, unseen

A reflection appears before me

Thick and thin at the same time

Not short nor tall

The hair, it seems, cascades down as rushing waves

Standing stiffly, unsure what to say

Two dark orbs stared back at me

Every angle, every side is perfectly flawless

Flawless combined with the imperfections

Easy to understand, hard to focus on once again

I blinked once, twice, then 12 other times

Vanished as I close my eyes and I reopen

Surrounded by quiet chaos