I am nothing,
Without you.
Tabula rasa,
Until given something to mimic.
Masking imitation,
They say mimicry –
Is the sincerest form of flattery.
For some of us,
It is life.
A mirror needs something to reflect,
After all.
We’re infinite darkness,
Lurking beyond glass.
Whispering.
Tabula Rasa.
