One of a thousand things like me looked into a mirror all they saw was you. The you that you are and the me I am are two different things, you see, but not quite as much as you’d like to believe. I’m one and you’re two when those other thousand are one to an infinite degree, up until they reach the two you are. Together we see, but fall short of three. And tomorrow you will be you again while I’ll be me for the thousandth time again you see. And the day after that we might just be three if only we could see.
Comments will be approved before showing up.