Thursday, May 10, 2012

Like wind, creeping through leaves and brushing promises on its veins

Have I told you, no I probably haven't, that I've spent the last few months shying from mirrors- letting my eyes skim over reflective surfaces, not staring longer than I need to.

I'm afraid.
I'm afraid that if I take a good proper look, I won't recognize the empty eyes, the paler skin, the tension sewn in just underneath the collarbones.
But more than that, I'm afraid that when I do finally stare into the mirror, I won't see anyone at all.

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