Mirror Mirror

Do you ever stand in front of the mirror and just... stare ?

Do you ever stand in front of the mirror and just... stare ?

Stare at your own eyes ?

And the longer you look, the more sadder your own face becomes.

You remember the person who laughed without thinking, who spoke in baby voices, who found joy in the smallest things.

Somewhere along the way, that person quietly left..

Maybe not all at once. Maybe little by little, bit by bit..

Now all that's left is the most barren self of yours…

So you keep staring…

Until your eyes begin to fill and your brows begin to fold.

And then you cry.

You cry, and you cry, and you cry, as though every tear is mourning….

Maybe that's the amount of sadness I carry right now ….