Are those cracks in the mirror or is that just me?
Is there even a difference anymore between what’s real and what’s just a leak in my imagination?
Do I even care?
How two-faced have I become?
A complete stranger.
The lights don’t do much good either,
Unearthly rays pass right through me,
Creating a sifted halo around me that does not belong.
My existence feels inconsequential.
Yet, a victim of narcissism’s muse.
I get sucked into my own reflection
Drowning in the pool to become one.
Linking up with Thursday Photo Prompt at Sue’s.
I sat by the window
To write you a letter.
Of our lost time together.
Perhaps for eternity.
Blurry eyes spill a drop on the parchment
But the words from the ink flow incessantly.
Of a future departed.
Time turns back to the night
When you left without looking back.
This letter will be yet another draft.
Not burned to ashes, my fickle heart.
But you will still know, won’t you?
And just leave me with a parched rose
With the last fumes of our time?