Title: The Stranger Who Wore My Face
I saw him again today — the man with my face. He stood across the street, staring back at me with eyes that weren't mine but somehow knew everything I’d ever done.
He didn’t blink. He didn’t move. He just watched.
And for a moment, I felt like a guest inside my own skin, like he was the real one and I was the shadow.
I don’t know who he is or why he looks like me. But I’m starting to wonder if I’m the copy… and he’s the original.
Would you chase him? Or would you run?

1 1

Nice write up 😊😊😊
2 1