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Illustration by @_ximena.arias
I don’t know what time it is, but I know I’ve been tossing and turning around for at least an hour now.
I crawl out, switch on the light of the dresser and look at my reflection.
It illuminates me like a spotlight, separating me from the darkness of my stage, my room.
My studded earrings shine as they catch the light. I realise I had forgotten to take them off.
I look away and reach out to fetch my hairbrush from the cabinet and I put it through my hair and look back at myself again, and –
But I’m not there anymore.
I can see the freckled walls with the framed photographs, the curtains, drawn. My table, as it is.
Nothing changed, except me.
As if I simply ceased to exist.
I move back and forth, still not completely able to comprehend what’s going on. I feel a little dizzy. I keep looking away and looking back, commanding my image to form in a world where I don’t belong, so that I can blame it on my head again and move on.
But it doesn’t.
I try to focus, and the image shifts. The darkness of the room is replaced by a flash of white light that blinds me, and once I regain my composure, I see a million colours drifting into each other, materialising into something, the materialism of which is questionable.
I find myself there, vaguely but I’m not sure it’s me, for I’m a harlequin silhouette, shifting, changing, blending into each other as I blink each time.
I stand out against the background which is simple, dark, peaceful, nothingness.
Somehow I’m fascinated and scared of myself, or what I seem to have become, at the same time.
The rest of the world seems dead, dark, silent, while I am at full brightness.
I try to listen to the silence, and it speaks to me.
Who am I?
Do I need to identify with the image I see every time I look in the mirror?
Am I just a combination of a pair of hands and legs and eyes and more?
Or am I a shining, glowing, reflecting blend of colours symbolising the different depths of me that I didn’t know existed?
My moods, my thoughts, my feelings, each new person that I become with every passing moment.
Am I just a consequence of who I used to be?
Do I need a concrete physical form to be who I am?
Maybe, I am something more.
Something way more surreal, something way beyond the understanding of you and me and everyone else.
I am the indefinable, that chooses to persist through passing glimpses, and resides for a while in skin and bone.
I am existence.
For without me, everything else is mere oblivion and there is no nothingness once the nothingness is me.
I find myself sitting on the floor under the shower, my clothes are soaked. The water is cold. I don’t know how I got here.
I look into the mirror, my eyes are red and rather swollen. The glowing green letters of the digital clock tell me it’s 4 AM.
I should probably get some sleep.
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Updated on June 19, 2018
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