It's creepy to meet a person who share so many similarities with you. It obliterates that ticklish feeling you have in your stomach when your parents call you their "princess" and deludes the thoughts in you, of you and your uniqueness. It makes me stare deep into the eyes of my reflection in the mirror and somehow I feel another person staring back at me, head slanted to the side that opposes mine, from the other side of this piece of silvered glass. I check the back of the mirror to make sure there's no one there. To my disappointment, there really isn't. Then that pair of eyes in the mirror meet mine again. Who is this person? I reach out to touch nothing but feel only chills from that cold, hard surface. Who am I? I look at the fingers touching the mirror. Am I just a trapped soul within this body? It's as if I could float out any time, to the ceiling and watch everything pass.
Nonsense. Must be a trick of the light on my mind. I should get to work. Laugh, love and stop acting like a mad person.
Perhaps, that's what parallel lines are suppose to do. They are similar to each other, but they are never the other and they have never and never will meet the other. If these lines do ever intersect at any point, that's a disaster. It's wrong! The lines should be erased and they should be back to where they are because that's how the harmony between parallel lines plays, ruled.