He Who Cannot Be Named

Mirrors

I go out the street, walk among the glasses, everywhere i look, a mirror walks by, mirrors with two legs, walking by themselves, in each i see something different, some of them are dull, and almost no reflection can be seen, some others are so bright and shinny that the reflection can be seen clearly, reflections among reflections, reflections that change, grow and dissipate.

I keep walking, sometimes running, other times just standing, not going forward, not going backwards, just standing, until a mirror makes me start walking again. A mirror that shows me a reflection of myself, a little piece of me that looks straight ahead, straight into my eyes, without ever blinking.

Sometimes the reflections I see in the mirrors actually stop me, stop me from going on, stop me from walking in that direction, so i stop, thinkit a little and then go on, in the same direction or a different one, it doesn´t matter where I walk, what matter is that i´m walking. always going on.

posted by Vrolfak @ 3:04 PM