Is it my reflection in the mirror?
I asked myself the last time I looked into it.
The mirror answered instead of my self.
It said it was merely the witness of my becoming,
that it had always reflected me faithfully throughout my life,
yet it could never truly mirror my self; only the surface, only my skin.
But my self also lives
within these surfaces,
within my body,
within its movements,
and within this black pen,
trying to place a black dot
at the edge of the white
page.
Dot.
.
Aram Ruhi Ahangarani, 2014