The mirror has a mind of its own and the freedom to hold or reveal
Different lights, perspectives reflected in a different light- either light up the eyes or brings shadows of anxiety
Gilded or barren contours, the unseen vulnerabilities test the abilities
Of facing them or turning away abruptly from the unrepentant revelations
Suddenly, all the images feel naked; the flimsy covers of unconvincing reasons are not enough
Silence spits fire due to the accumulation of ages of ire- of neglect and manipulations
Monsters spawn in the chilling darkness and the world appears to be manic
~Amitav
Just writing about mirrors. You’re reading my mind.
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Reflections of the day! Synchronicity…
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Yes, I guess.
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