Have you ever had a moment when you look in the mirror and notice that the person looking back isn't you? Did you wonder who the hell that man was? Did you become him, or did he become you?
Did it scare you when you realized that you're a complete stranger to yourself?
I've looked in the mirror and I've seen that man. I've looked in the mirror and not seen me.
I know the terrible nightmares that exist in my mind. The things I push away when my imagination runs free. I used to think those things weren't a part of me. That non me -- the mirror me -- I don't know about him though. I think those things are all he has.
That's what keeps me up at night. Thinking that he might truly be the bogeyman. The fairy tale, the campfire ghost story, the lies they scare children with. What is he capable of? What's holding him back?
They say if you stare into an abyss it stares back at you. Sometimes you gaze at a mirror and you don't gaze back. Sometimes it's the abyss.
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