Sometimes I feel like a stranger. 
I look in the mirror, and I see my reflection.
I keep on staring at it, deep into the eyes of my echo, and suddenly I am hollow. 
I feel a mixture of emotions—Emotions of excitement, mystery,  horror.
I feel the familiar stare I have been enduring since the beginning of me.
I gaze deep into her eyes, and she does the same, 
Though her gaze is stronger than mine.
 A mysterious look is adorned on it, her eyes are filled with secrets.
Her eyes tries to speak to me, but I can’t understand.
Her countenance is ethereal, too superior for the comprehension of a fragile human. 

This whole conversation lasts only for a moment, maybe even a fraction of one.
For me, it feels like eternity.
It feels as if time is standing stil, as if the world just stopped spinning.
Everything is still,
Waiting for me to unlock that hidden meaning.
But no,
I can't.
Just when I start to understand her, 
Her message slowly unfurling, 
I see the image taking a life of its own. 
But then, everything stops.

Everything returns back to normal.
The earth starts to rotate again.
Time resumes its journey.
And then, as if nothing had happened, I start to regain my consciousness,
And runs that entire scenario in my mind once again,
Only to think,
"Nah, just forget it."
And I will never understand that code,
Never.
And that girl still stands there, with the hope that she will accomplish her task one day.
She waits for me in the mirror,
Still there, even if I'm not.