A few days later someone asked me if I was there,
My gut reaction was to deny it and wave them off,
And in that moment I nearly did,
But here I am in these pictures.
I still can’t grasp seeing myself there.
My mind treats them as fakes with my likeness digitally inserted,
Or worse, someone else walking around in my skin.
My psyche awash in a bizarre feeling of alienation.
Catching myself, I answered them back with a smile,
“Yes, I was there.”

Afterwords, unable to forget that feeling,
I pondered over those images in my mind.
But my thoughts return some unknown error,
A conflict between reality and perception.
Distrust is born from unbelief,
And I don’t believe the person I see,
Is the person I am.
Something of the old me clings on still,
Something of a past I’ve committed to destruction.
These pictures have brought that part to light,
I will hunt it down.

Then again,
Maybe I just need a new outfit.