Welcome to Mask & Mirror.
I'm not here to explain who I am.
Sometimes I write as him, sometimes as me.
The mask and the mirror — both speak.
But you don’t need to know which one is real.

This is my black-and-white space.
Sit for a while — or sink deeper.

Don’t reply. Just read it like you always do.

I used to want to be known.
But now, I just want to be seen — no need to explain.

If you’re still here, maybe it’s not a coincidence.

But you don’t have to say anything.

Neither do I.

I don’t remember who I was before I had to become this quiet.

But I still hear her.

Sometimes, I miss her —
the girl who used to speak without fear.

The mirror shows me what’s left.

And I pretend it’s enough.

There’s something about the silence at night…
It makes me wonder how your breath would sound against my skin.
– el

Some things don’t need to be said out loud.
Like how your silence still tastes like my name.
– el