Balance of symmetry
superego and persona
I looked longingly at you in front of the huge clock of time, the hands that held up the portrait of you and me, perhaps named the God of symmetry. I thought, if you and I, inside and outside the mirror and the reflection of the lake are the same person, why do I feel that you are so strange, like what I most wanted to be but did not become, a clearer and taller me; and at the same time, on the other side where everything is upside down, I also resemble your past appearance, a more chaotic and weaker you.
If the story of the common bird can explain our relationship, if the color of our shadows can distinguish the inherent color of the sun in two worlds, if time stands still at the moment when we can recognize each other, then it is in the rift of that moment.
I am you and you are me.
