Chapter 7 - Shattered Mirrors
If I could go back before the glass shattered, before the mirrors reflected the things I chose not to see before, I wouldn't. I like my mistakes, I like the practice. I like knowing what I'm capable of even if I choose to hold out on putting my plans into action. I like knowing that I can destroy a man with nothing more than the truth if I so choose. There is nothing more powerful and destructive than the truth.
And the truth is in the mirrors. I am wasting away. My bones are prominent where they were covered in flesh, and I blame them all. My stomach is weak and nervous, and my doctors are all worried. My bank account is drained, and the world is going on as if nothing has changed. Isn't it funny how the world continues despite the despair? Isn't it ridiculous how sad I am when I have more than so many people.
It doesn't make it any less painful or real, but perspective is nice when I remember to have it. And I'm definitely proud of the fact that I'm far worse than I seem (thanks, Ani). The only person who sees and knows the real me is the face staring back at me from the mirror. If only it were so easy as to shatter the mirror, rearrange it and put it back together to get a prettier reflection. If only I could still choose not to see the truth.
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Wow. Is there someone you are referring to? I wish I was able to follow this. Sorry.
ReplyDelete"I like knowing that I can destroy a man with nothing more than the truth if I so choose. There is nothing more powerful and destructive than the truth."
"The only person who sees and knows the real me is the face staring back at me from the mirror."
ReplyDeleteThis is bullshit. You have a "pretend you" that you force yourself to see, and everyone you knows you realizes that.
It sounds like you have a mirror like the Queen from Snow White.
ReplyDeleteMad Hatter
All i can say is good luck. Pull away and be happy!
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