Reflections of the Lost Soul

I find myself in front of the mirror and see a figure I do not recognize, perhaps it has come back to me to tell me what I must do, but I feel useless watching that figure staring at me. I do not think I can take my eyes off it, but perhaps that is exactly where I need to look, into that figure that stares at me without showing any emotion; it unsettles me.

I want more

A connection, a sign, a provocation. Instead, nothing: an aseptic, fearless, and cold mummy, with a challenging air, intimidates me. I have a feeling of tiredness that makes me confused; I no longer have the perception of what surrounds me, I live this moment of inadequacy and I do not know why. How can a figure I do not know cause me all this? What has triggered in me to take away my inner strength? What was I looking for in that mirror, perhaps my identity weakened by a dark reality that no longer belongs to me as before, perhaps the people I thought I knew, the goals never reached, a friendly voice in a deafening noise, or perhaps just a child who did not want to grow up.

I feel lost

Now that you are no longer here; I look for you, but I cannot find you. I stare at that mirror hoping to find your gaze again, but nothing, I can no longer see you.