Heart. Reflection. Cuteness.

"..I do hope you bring your sanity here,

for consciousness is rather in a short supply.."

Was what I heard when I first enter this realm,

I was confused when I tried to think who said that,

or what for.

It's a realm of mirrors, I walk the path of freedom

(or so I've been told), only to find myself confused

yet again with this overwhelming reality.

I look at one of the mirrors and there I see

a figure, an image, not that blurry, it's clear.

But it isn't mine.

It is, the image is beautifully disturbing.

The face is somewhat familiar, the body line too,

I was once adore her, but now I'm not.

The fact is no matter how many times I convinced

myself, I still wake in my dreams and sleep in my wake,

and my reflection is her image again.

Or is it her reflection that looks like me?