MEDIATHEK

Time is passing by in a blurr, it stands still or becomes a noise ticking away. Obsessions, dreams, wishes reflect upon each other like shattered glass. Sometimes I'll say "hello", sometimes nothing. A perfect stranger to myself. Ones own face peering at you in the mirror and yet it seems to be somebody else. Like the presence of many strangers reflecting in your eyes.

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