I sit in front of the mirror everyday, for hours, to be honest, but not to stare at my reflection but because of my laziness to get the job done. My attention goes anywhere but my reflection and sometimes I wonder, if the mirror is even necessary.

But then I think again, that maybe if I catch it at the right time, my reflection will stare at me. Maybe the soul I have no memory of is looking at me through the mirror I refuse to look at. Maybe it is contemplating its life choices or maybe regretting what I'm doing now. 

But sadly, I would never know, because I never catch it at the right time.