Reflected in the mirror
is someone I don’t recognize.
A person with no life in their eyes.
No light.
No motivation.
No excuses.
A person with a void in their heart as dark as the circles eclipsing their hollow eyes.
Matted hair draping over their face, hiding the apathy, the emptiness.
I reach out my hand to them, and to my surprise, they do the same.
We touch hands briefly, but I pull back. They disappear, and I find myself reflected back at me.
Still the same. Still flat.
