• dukkha_art 9w

    Me and Myself

    It's you again,

    I think to myself 
    While staring at the mirror.

    Familiar face.
    Nothing new on the horizon.
    Even Myself left Self.

    Pale skin.
    Faraway-look.
    Cigarette leaning somewhere in between the fingers and the forehead.

    Another mundane excuse to resist
    I have to ask myself that question over and over again.
    Do we exist?

    Simultaneously?
    Multieously?