Reverie

~ broken mirror ~

They say loneliness doesn't have a face but whenever I look at myself in the mirror, I find it spelled all over in bold letters.

I look like an old ancestral home that defines patience as the greatest virtue. Waiting for allusions, hoping for reality.

I look like the forgotten diary that's gathering dust in the corner. Waiting for the ink to spill, to form words that heal.

I look like the tattered doll that once was the centre of the universe. Sitting on the desolated shelf, waiting for the childhood to return.

I look like the empty house of a working millennial that's still waiting to be called home.

I look like the first few minutes of a movie, blurred till the build up, erased till the climax.

The description of a scenery in a crime fiction, the èclairs amidst the silks, the....

They say loneliness doesn't have a face, but whenever I look into the mirror I see its letters smeared right across mine.

Ish, shatter the mirror love, not your soul...