I don’t have cause to look in the mirror much but when I do, it’s more like checking in with an old friend.
How’s it going? How’s it really going?
I look deep into my eyes for the real answer.
There’s clouds, a change in the air. I evade myself, I throw up walls.
It’s going fine, I say. Nothing to see here, carry on.
I see past the lies. I know what to look for. I try not to probe, I give myself space.
We lie to make space around ourselves.
We’re so close, on either side of the glass, and still can’t see.
When we lie to ourselves how do we use the space in between?
To pretend we’re someone else? Or to avoid being the one in the mirror?
When we lie to ourselves
both sides lose
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Right! Good morning Carl and hoping you’re getting some rain! Happy Saturday to you.
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We got a little rain. Our flowers are saying “not enough”, though. And next week looks to be rather brutal. I expect to be snuggling a fan. Thursday and Friday.
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Thanks Bill, for your reflections.
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Thanks for reading David!
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I always ‘hoped’ that that space helped me to cope with the few objectionable people that I have to deal with in the course of life but now Morrison’s words come to me in a deeply introverted way:
I’m a spy in the house of love
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I know that song! Many benefits of lying too as well you know, I needn’t get in to here.
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Indeed.
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Every word wrung about space and the mirror held is something we can relate to. The pretension and it makes for the truth and deep piercing the soul, searing into the heart.
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