Scribbles

And I didn't care for the look of it.
He resembled me so perfectly that not even a still lake, the innocent eyes of a baby, or even a damn mirror could distinguish one face from the other; mine and this ugly liar, and I dont like it.
We are me, but no longer need be.
The first steps down the road toward knowledge are the words "I do not know." Fortunately I already know who he is and what he means, I already recognize him in my reflection, I am all too intimately familiar with where this road takes us. And I insist that we find a way to navigate it.
Forgive me, wish me kind winds, and bid me farewell.
I was a hypocrite today and I didn't care for the look of it.
One of us has to go.

(orig post 7/3/19)