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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I kept staring; She stared in return. When I blinked, she blinked right back — delayed, but twice as hard; the same, but different. Stood slouched — almost hunched over. She wore the same outfit as I, but it didn't seem to fit her the same. I tucked my shirt into my trousers, she did the same. It looked better on me than it did her. Her hair was tangled. I could tell because it looked just like mine used to. Hers was more voluptuous than mine ever was. I could almost hear her speaking, like telepathy. But her voice sounded different, deeper, more pronounced — I couldn't put a finger on where I recognized it. She didn't say anything in particular; it was as if she didn't say words at all. The way she mumbled sounded different — almost foreign. It was soothing, almost refreshing to hear, because somehow I understood her. Her face was pointed like a soft mountain top. She looked almost... disappointed when I noticed. Nose fairly flat — Mine had a small bump. Her lips were uneven, showing gums when she faked a smile; I never opened my mouth to grin, it was unbecoming. Her forehead was long and wide, big enough for two brains — I bet she's smarter than I am. I noticed she was tired — I was tired, too. My eyes are blue. Hers were grey, similar to the sky when it rained — almost like it was waiting for a rainbow. I lifted my hand to touch hers, she did the same right after. I could feel the warmth of her hand on mine. It felt as if she was a long-lost sister, someone I hadn't seen in a long time. An instant connection. I don't remember ever meeting her, but it was like I knew everything about her. We let go at the same time. She became a stranger again.
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