mirrors are the reflection of real and the possibilities of what could be, real.
it stands as a portal between the two, used on an everyday basis for pleasure.
as we conform ourselves to what we want to be, we gain a sense of bliss, relief, as we've finished the task of making our new selves daily.
we see what's real, our movements copied in the shined infinite void.
but do we know if it really is real? or if its a new identity we've made upon ourselves, caked upon the reality we thought we knew.
Just a thought,
nothing much poetic.
- 07/16/22
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