hello, i haven’t been here for a while.

i recently got a haircut, adamant that it would make my life easier

a single look in the mirror, a single epiphany

mind numbing, reversed supernova––

i look like the old me, except not quite that me.

fuller cheeks, blurrier eyes, but the same dry mouth.

a gust of wind reopens old book pages,

scent of parchment and tears lingering in my room.

i look like the old me, except not quite that me.

i don’t feel like the old me, i tell myself.

however, why am i here then?

the question echoes itself, attempting to transcend itself

to look for an answer for itself, to fill a gap within itself

it just continues to echo.

a faint answer, in the distance.