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"..."
I've existed in silence for too long,
emerging to find
the words I knew are all gone,
     I don't recognize
the face I see
in this mirror,
there's a lifelessness to its appearance,
a strangeness I'm not familiar,

Existential doubt seems to linger
on the fringes
of my every thought,

Am I not the person 

     That I thought I was,

Just then, 

     my reflection seems to move
before I do...

 That thought...

Terrifies

Perhaps the time I spent in silence,
I was lost in obscurity and forgotten,
Maybe they all lost the thought of me,

there's fear in my bones,
a dread 

     That if I open my door,
there will be nothing,
only the empty feelings of all my actions,

Just then, 

     I feel my reflection move again,
before I do,

As if no control existed in my being
     my head turns to the door,

before I do,

What if the world is still there?
What if all the blank stares
still exist,

I feel my hand reach out to the knob
without me doing so,
Existential dread builds in my every bone,

I hope its not,
     I hope its all 

          not there,
My reflection takes one last look at me
before smiling, 

     It Finally reaches and opens the door.
-Armando Torres