Write of Passage: Mirrors
I might take a couple days to really answer all this. The mirror I see, despite me loving the giant princess mirror is actually just a standard bathroom mirror and I guess the details aren't important, none are coming to me anyway. My eyes are what catch my attention. There is so much going on in my eyes and it's like each color, each speck, every detail is a trauma that happened somewhere along the way, like a rock with a bunch of dings and scratches from each part of it's journey from the top of the river where it fell in, to the bend that almost cracked in half under the strength of the current, to the scratches from shallow water and it rubbing up against sharp edges. I see each detail in my eye as some sort of inflicted.... hurt. It sounds dark bur I had a psychic tell me I've had some brutal endings in a lot of my past lives so that's that. The second feature I see regarding my physical appearance is how smooth and flawless my skin has become in a matter of d...