I had a crazy dream..and when I started to write about it..this is what I got. |
Who is it that lights up my room... is it you or doom alike? this dull worn cover cannot save anything, not even itself the walls around us are heavy and thick breathing is not an option not today atleast Ive still accused wrongly Yes, I have mistaken you are you light, or dark? day or night? friend or foe? whatever it is you are the fog is clearing and I see your face you are not doom, nor light, nor dark day or night nor friend or foe you are but my ownself that I see in that rusty old mirror with not much to go on though, how can I be in that mirror much unlike myself in which I stand? I do not see what I feel beneath me or above me inside the image I see color and light air that is not heavy nor thick I am wearing a dress unlike the rags I model now my hair is done in a way some would be envious of I reach for my own hair its dry and cracked nothing to be proud of she or I mean I am smiling and it seems as though I am filled with life where is this me that I see in the mirror I touch the broken glass with a finger soft and slow in fear of what could happen what do I expect? to fall into this mirror and become the me I see inside? Ive touched the glass now and nothing spectacular has happened I see the other me and my own self still She does not move while I am moving around like some kind of wild animal trying to figure out who and what how and why Nonesense I scream I want to throw something at the mirror break the image I see for I know it can only be my imagination wishing for a place where I would be called Happy Indeed now I have decided to break it I can no longer sit in front of this person my own self and see her happy when I am so alone I start to rummage through this tiny room looking for a hammer, a shoe, anything hard I have to break the mirror now what I see only causes me more wonder and worry complete sadness THE CANDLE HOLDER! I gently take the candle out it is dark now but light comes from the mirror its her still or myself I still cannot tell but no matter now I throw the candle holder at the mirror glass is everywhere and for some strange reason I fall to the floor and quite strangely I am no more. |