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I looked out the window and saw me looking at myself. So I had to jump back quickly before I saw myself too clearly.
She had alot of pets with smiling faces, I liked to pet them. She said they wouldn't bite us, so I didn't worry. I petted them lots, and they kept coming around me for more. She had alot of pets. Alot of smiling faces that seemed to look more hungry as I tried to keep up petting them. The more I petted, the more they wanted, and the more I began to worry that I wouldn't be able to keep up. She seemed happy that they wanted attention from me now, instead of her. Then she said, the more you pet them, the more your taste grows on them, so I should probably stop, or they would never leave. She had alot of pets, they were all staring at me and waiting. I thought, I wondered if maybe they weren't her pets. Maybe they got to like her taste a long time ago. I thought that maybe they weren't her pets at all. Maybe she just couldn't get them to leave. Maybe she was trapped, too. I begged pardon and took my leave. She said I could come back anytime I liked for a visit. I think I will someday.
I saw myself in the glass door again. I peeked from the corner, so I wouldn't see me watching myself. I realized that I wasn't looking at me. I was looking at the other me. The me I am all the time. The me that I wanted people to see. I didn't like me anymore, I didn't like people seeing me that way. Maybe if I broke the glass I could switch places with me. That would be nice.
I looked out the window of the shop and saw myself again. I was with my friend, I missed my friend. Maybe my friend could get me out, and help me switch places with myself. I screamed to my friend, I screamed as loud as I could. I kept screaming, but my friend left... I guess my friend couldn't hear me screaming over my talking. It seems strange my friend couldn't hear me, I was screaming quite loudly. But I think it's normal for people out there to not be able to hear, or not want to hear people from in here. I miss my friend.
I looked into the mirror on the street one day, and saw myself. Not the other me, but me myself. I noticed that I did look more like myself. My other self. I was starting to look like me. I was scared, why would I start looking like my other me? Maybe I wasn't looking like myself. Maybe I was actually losing my own look. I should probably do something about it. But I have other things to worry about. Still, I wish I could stop crying, at least. It makes it hard to see.
I found a letter addressed to me. I opened it up and read it to him. There were alot of angry words. I think I must not have liked it here, and maybe that's why I left and forced me to switch places with myself. But it wasn't so bad here. Aside from the dark, it is nice. I need to find a way back out, I think.
 edaaz · Sun Mar 09, 2008 @ 02:07am · 0 Comments |
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