Digital Import

I stared motionless before the mirror. As always, I stayed until I'm convinced that there is no glass. nothing separating me from the room I see on the other side.
I imagine that everything is different over there. Better. There are people, in that world, who I would like.
But, like always, my hand hits that glass.
I know that if I'd only waited just one more second...
--JtHM