Only Footsteps In The Snow(For Lyn)

You can tell me: 'Well, it's a face..? ' 'But, whose...I'm not so sure? ' Your reflection smiles awkwardly as if embarassed it should know ...the you...of you. A mirror caught in another mirror traps your words leaving you stranded in a dimension other than here. () . Your beauiful caligraphy falter...then.. fails your hand lost in the wilderness of a page the words losing their minds script degenerates to gibberish you become only footsteps in the snow a chill Alzhiemer's wind cries through the ruins of you your face in the mirror more real than the real ...you?