Who Is She?

"Who is she?" you wonder as your gaze falls uneasily upon her. Is she somebody you know? Is she somebody you knew? Something seems eerily familiar about her, yet, at the same time, frightening foreign. Alien, almost. What is she? Her eyes are sharp, expressive--yet vacant. She does not display any awareness of your presence, even as you hoover right over her, your breath gently scraping her face. Is she alive? It is hard to tell. She is still and silent, yet teeming with some sort of hidden energy.
"Who is she?"
She is you, yet she is me: simultaneously, she is herself, her father, her mother, her siblings, her best friends, her worst enemies, her employers, her employees, her strangers, her acquaintances, and her unknowns.
She is absorbed.
She is all.