Who is this face behind my left shoulder, sinister in the full length mirror, white and skeletal next to my naked figure in the early mornings and late nights between life and sleep, or love and death? Who am I? Not real. Anti-me. The not-me that gets up in the morning and walks with rocks in her not-shoes to the job and talks with other not-
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...it made me think about the way I sometimes stand in front of the mirror and stare into my eyes until I cant recognize myself anymore. I continue staring until the stranger in the mirror starts giving me dirty looks.
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And I do that too, stare in the mirror until I can't recognize who I'm looking at.
Have a beautiful day, amigo.
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have you read invisible man? i am reading it right now...(i am not experienced enough to understand it i think b/c i dont' get it but it's ok)...i think you would get it and get somethign out of it...it's by ralph ellison...
loves. mwah!
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And I get the feeling that you always are reading the most amazing books. I'm totally going to check that one out. Thank you so much for the idea.
Have an absolutely amazing day, mi amiga.
Thanks :)
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But just out of curiosity, who are you?
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