Lonely Whales

Windows and Mirrors

Ive spent my whole life looking through mirrors and windows.
They say things look more pure that way.
I followed along with it.
I guess I cant say I agree or not.
After all,
Ive never seen things through another view.

But one day,
Something went wrong.
I looked through my mirror first.
Then my window.
I saw a rock.
A pebble.
The smallest little thing.
Ive seen them before.
I pass them by.
After all, they're tiny!
They couldn't possibly hurt me.

But then..

It stroke.
Shattering the window.
Then,
Another one came.
Cracking the window.
I closed my eyes.
Shut them as tight as possible.
"Dont look. Dont look. Dont look. Dont look.".

       I looked.
My eyes.
They,
Felt,
Cleansed?

The sun was setting.
Ive seen them before.
Always the same colours.
Blue to dark blue.

But,
As I looked through the shattered window,
I saw an array of colours.
A,
Rainbow?
I think thats what theyre called.
Yeah,
A rainbow of colours.
They painted the sky.
Like watercolours?
The ones that spread.

I was amazed.
They said things are more pure through the clear windows,
But,
They lied.

I turned around to look at my self through my mirror.
I expected to see the normal, curved, milk chocolate face.
But instead,
I saw an imperfect face with blemishes and acne.
I smiled a true smile for once.