I looked at the mirror and saw him. Greetings, old friend. How much did I miss you! When did you start to look that old? So pale, so sucked out of soul. You are a machine now, just like them. A number in a list, an entry, a photo on an ID. Where is your smile? No, your true smile, that warm one that used to radiate happiness in the room. You look miserable, like a bad, antique joke. I missed you, indeed. You started to smoke now, I see. Alcohol, too? Interesting. I see you haven’t stopped praying either. Okay, buddy. Now I’ll turn my eyes away from the mirror. I hope to see you often and have this second again, this bit of time that is so short, yet so meaningful.

hey, you're handsome and you are so sophisticated i wish we can hang out