The Mute Diary of Perfect Insanity
Mirror in the Dark
The night has descended over my mundane little town. People are usually sleeping or up late worrying. So why am I pondering? Dramatic thoughts sweep across the skies and swirl the constellations into an indefinable pattern. Something I swear I have seen before.
Then a mirror glints from the wall. I am utterly mesmerized at the image the reflective glass portrays. Blackened air divides in a partial silhouette. Staring focused at the mirror, I still cannot recognize anything. I cannot see the part in my hair or the crookedness in my grin. Nothing that people seem to notice is visible when there is a mirror in the dark.
Somehow, though, I can see my eyes. I have never believed more that the eyes are the window to the soul.
Why can I see visible color through the shadows? It is somewhat amazing.
Everything unnoticed in life is now a hyperbole, everything distinguished from the ordinary fades away.
I think that maybe everyone might need to see
A Mirror
In the Dark
Then a mirror glints from the wall. I am utterly mesmerized at the image the reflective glass portrays. Blackened air divides in a partial silhouette. Staring focused at the mirror, I still cannot recognize anything. I cannot see the part in my hair or the crookedness in my grin. Nothing that people seem to notice is visible when there is a mirror in the dark.
Somehow, though, I can see my eyes. I have never believed more that the eyes are the window to the soul.
Why can I see visible color through the shadows? It is somewhat amazing.
Everything unnoticed in life is now a hyperbole, everything distinguished from the ordinary fades away.
I think that maybe everyone might need to see
A Mirror
In the Dark