everything's muddled in the
middle
and the smudged edges of
the mirror now plague me
those undefined forms of
self that lie on the periphery
seemingly always intangible,
always circumnavigating
I want to see past my own
reflection into other things.
there's clarity in the darkness
once you get there
but there is such a long way
off and out of focus.
I need to make sense of what's
here, what's in front of me
(image from zestymaids.com)
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