I unwittingly crossed my own path.
And as I stare back at myself, I cannot understand.
There's two of me but only one path. Only one path.
Do I turn around or do I continue walking?
This is mad.
I continue standing in the middle of the path, just staring.
Staring back at myself, but I cannot understand.
I open my mouth to speak, and so do I.
This is mad.
My mouth starts to construct a word with the first letter "W"
I do not know what I want to say, and it seems like I do not either.
We analyze each other, walking in a figure 8 pattern.
But what do we really see?
Is it me? Is it me?
A parallel mirror in physical form.
Can I touch me?
I attempt to do so with my left hand, and my right.
I feel the slightest chill rise up against my spine.
So cold.
So...cold.
But me, I am warmer than simmering water.
I cannot stand it.
I cannot stand to look at myself any longer.
"Who are you?"
"I am you."
We stare one last time...
And never look back again.
The figure 8 embedded in my head.