Gina

I sit down and realize I'm getting lost in a mirror.I guess I'm the mirror myself.

You talk to me and I answer to you. You don't remember me and I forget about your whole existence.

Everything becomes, easily, blurry memories. I'm afraid I'm a burden to those around me. But, at the same time the whole world is a burden to me. I don't know what to believe anymore.

Even my thoughts seem to be given instructions. I want to touch you, but I'm afraid I'll become a mirror again. That you will realize that too And you will be afraid of your own reflection.

Loneliness doesn't scare me. All I'm thinking about is that I won't be able to taste as much as I can, that moments will become memories again. And memories easily become air that will evaporate.

Everything revolves here. In a moment I always forget, but I always find myself in it again. Something is always missing, but ,at the same time, everything is still here.

The mirror is staring me right in my face. And I become its own eyes.