You stare at yourself in the shattered mirror with eyes as dark as night, and skin so pale like moonlight.
You wish to see someone who's eyes are not sorrowful and who's milky skin is not covered with scars.
A pond perhaps may serve as a better mirror. A mirror that can not be broken or tossed in the trash,
Only drained of all its water as time passes. Of course, the water the water will fluctuate. At points it will be shallow, over flowing it's banks, filled with raging waves, or calm and smooth. But this mirrors glass cannot be replaced. When broken not all is lost.
-Jennifer Patrick
No comments:
Post a Comment