*burnt my lip on a spring roll* ;-;
I think it's time for a serious post. Somebody get me the serious cat macro, QUICK!
AND SOME ICE!
Mirrors. I find my self drawn to them relentlessly. I could spend and ruin a lifetime just staring, like young Narcissus did. But I don't find myself anything near gorgeous. And yet, I stare. I stare and stare and stare, wasting time, hour upon hour (maybe not that much) just looking. Maybe, it's because it looks right back. I don't feel the urge to avert my eyes, which I sometimes do with people.
Other people have noticed it too. I'll have an intense conversation with them, staring at myself in the mirror. I'll stop for a good 5 minutes in the bathroom, when I should be getting ready for school, making me run late. Maybe just to assure myself I'm here. Maybe to check nothing notable has changed.
I think I perceive things differently. I can look at myself in a mirror nonstop, but I can't stand looking at photos of me. They're horrible. They're ALL horrible. -
*just realised I still have this up*
too tired to continue.
1 comment:
Mirrors have perplexed me my whole life,
somehow thay have a certain magnetism that draws my eyes towards them,
it's like i'm hypnotised.
i just feel so mesmerised by looking at them,
even though i don't always like what's looking back.
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