I had my contacts in and there was a mirror and I did not recognize myself any more.
The me that I draw is not me any more.
I have grown up, my face is not angular. My mouth is not angry. My eyes have lost a little of their sparkle. That's what I noticed. It wasn't age. It just looked like they couldn't focus properly any more. That they were half open slits staring back at me telling me to look away.
Maybe.
Maybe the reflection in the mirror is not you.
Maybe the reflection is another dimension and we are drawn to the mirror at the same time, our only connection through reality. Am I drawn to the mirror or is he drawn to me?
Why does he look at me like that?
Ask him for me.
Photo - N
Words - S
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