Mirrorworld

It’s weird, looking at you like this it’s like I can see into your soul or
you can see into mine, I’m not sure, but when I look at you all I
see is the colours and the shapes bleeding out into the dark
and they’re all wet and pretty and shiny but when they
come together in the middle it’s just a big ugly mess
of nothing and everything and that’s you... or
it’s me, I’m not sure, I used to be able to
tell the difference but I can’t any more,
can’t tell where you start and I begin
and sometimes it’s like there are
no endings or beginnings and
we’re the same person, the
same uglypretty mess of
colours and shapes
separated by this
sheet of shiny
glass.