There is a man stalking me. I have to look around him in the mirror just to shave.
When I look in my son's eyes I see his. A blue-grey with streaks but my son's are alive.
I think I used to hate him, then love him, and now he just scares the hell out of me.
I don't know if he is kind or cruel. what happens if he breaks free of the mirror?
I think he has something to say to me, an important message but am I strong enough?
He is in all my photos. My size, my shape, my build, my face, but if he is me, who am I?
How can some stuff last so long and be so fresh and yet I can't have that memory for good stuff.