still there
I watch endlessly silently observing and surveying perpetually staring at this face before me this strange little girl staring back at me. eyes locked in a eternal dance of contemplation. She is so distant and cold, lifeless almost yet resonating with such a heavy sadness and upon peering deeper within her eyes a hopeless rage that is slowly spiraling darker and darker. I am just frozed in this embrace trying to make sense of it all. So broken, that's all I can think, so broken.. I want to reach out to touch this stranger, to feel her. Still she stares back silently, I am lost. who is she, what happened to her and how did she get here. How did I get here. Why is this fear inside me, I cannot break the gaze i am entrapped in her eyes, her cold distant eyes. I feel unease, deep distress burning within me. Who... is... this girl... I am overwhelmed with a morbid curiosity.. Is she even real... if so why is she soo chillingly disturbing... I reach out a hand to touch her face... slowly... my hand inches closer and closer then it happens... its cold... flat... smooth.... industrial feeling... the sensation of the mirror beneath my touch.........