mirror
Day 1105, decent in.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The mirror I decent in
has no reflection,
and inside, I stare
at a thousand directions
to see nothing but silence.
Only the cold reminds me.
Nochrisis
Day 1073, twice.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I look in two mirrors and see two halves twice of myself.
I recognize both from past mirrored reflections.
I don’t know what I would know about them without them.
Nochrisis
Day 1067, reflection.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The mirror points in two directions.
It reflects me, my outside a stranger to me.
It lets me reflect, what I, think I see.
So, what is reflected?
Am I my own imitation?
Nochrisis