Plays

"Something is missing." He whispers into the mirror
As his reflection just stares back
"I sort of feel broken." He says struggling to breathe
"When I think of thought, right seems wrong." His Reflection looks down
"Wrong is so captivating. It pursues my action." Ending his sentence with a nervous laugh
His reflection tries to smile
It just can't break a frown
"This sadness is bitter." He confesses shyly
"Don"t cry." His shadow softly whispers.
As he turns to the image portrayed on the wall.
"We'll console your mind." Said his reflection anxiously
Panicky he turns as his mind bends
"I"m cold." He breaks out
As a tear struggles to escape
He places his hand on the mirror
"You hold no warmth, just a subtle truth." He cries out
As he slides to the floor
"A reflection of myself, nothing else. No other hand but my own, as cold as the air."
As he stares into the shadow placed before his feet.
"You've always followed me, I appreciate the company but I"m slowly becoming you. Hiding from the light and you become invisible. I"m just alone" he screams as his head gets buried in his sleeves.
The tears just flow like this blood from his brain. All he knew was becoming so clear and it all seemed meaningless. As he sits he folds and bends. His reflection is absent and his shadow just fades as he struggles to stand.