Figure 8

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.