There is a divine spirit at three feet, this is what my mother told me when I was a child, so that I would not do anything wrong even when I was alone, but I believed in it, until now I still believe she exists too, she is my shadow self, my imaginary friend, my unborn twin sister, the moon that watches over me longingly in my starry sky.
Under the skin
Who is hiding behind this thick mask, are you familiar with her? One could also say who is standing in front of my true self, turning into a rough outer skin of fruit to help me face the rugged outside world.
Sometimes I yearn for a person to take my place to continue the rest of my life, one who is a perfect clone of me, and I am picking the perfect sample.
"I curl myself into the same position I was in the womb, determined to have a beautiful dream. As the long night descends, who opens her eyes in the darkness and looks upon me; holds me in her hands and weaves one dream after another for me."
"As an only child, I occasionally fantasize that I have a sister in another paralleled time, where we can hug each other tightly at every moment of crying out."
Balance of symmetry
We stared at each other for a long time in front of a giant time clock, you were a clearer and higher version of me, and I was a more chaotic and vulnerable version of you.
Many of me were placed as test samples in transparent glass containers, and many other of me stood outside the tanks, analyzing and examining my genes and skin color, my weight and height. If all my tender emotions could be rationally sorted into a thesis, could I not take a little more ownership, of my life?
The other and me
From time to time I play go with my other self in my empty room. She is like a huge blue phantom dream, cold and unreal, but she is always with me.