I am looking straight at the camera
And the camera is looking straight at me
It makes me blushed
Mixed with a little sourness I would say
to look at myself so directly
Am I supposed to say something to the me in the camera
Hello? or goodbye?
It’s my first time seeing this kind of her
I think I will miss her
Cause the moment I take this picture
That me, or she is forever imprisoned
and speechless
I am looking straight at that me, or her
and she is looking straight at me too
I move my sight towards her lips
Is she doing the same thing, copycat
She looks strange
I would not say that She looks like me
Cause ain’t I supposed to look a bit more…I don’t know
Pink? or Golden
Okay I will admit that she is like me because I know this’s Selfie
But I know she will never copy what’s filled inside me
That liquid same as that deep blue ocean
It’s what I have thought, seen, heard, talked
and dreamed
Kacha!
A warm fresh Selfie is made
She is being squeezed and put into my collection of other “me”s
Bye Bye
The camera looks back at me again
and I am looking back at the camera again
There is another her.
but not the same one
but I seem to already forgotten how she looks like
So I start talking to this one instead
How are you?
I mean
How am I?
(my voice)
(different Voice that’s also mine)
