I giggled at the pathetic blonde.
She stumbled and scraped her knees
as she desperately tried to hide her demons.
Their thorns on their spines pricked her rosy fingers.
She wept when they bit her
and my giggles turned into ringing bells
of mocking laughter.
My voice reached her and her moon-like face
glared at me.
Hey eyes were swollen heart aches
filled with pompous poison.
She laughed back at me
and only then did I realize I was looking into a mirror.
If my past self is me, then my future self is also me. There’s no moment when I’m not myself. Then what kind of self will I be tomorrow?
– Monogatari Series