Reflection of a friend

Mirror has been chasing me all the way down to my adulthood. When I was younger he could spend hours and days and weeks observing me, my behaviour, my reasons.

He's no normal mirror; he's so foggy that you might think he's also broken into pieces too. But he's beautiful and correct, and I do what he tells me.

He's my father.

I've destroyed him since, but he's been keeping track on me. Looking in every corner. He'd love me to run away with him forever.

It'll eventually change. Sometimes.

Sometimes; changes only work for a few times. But he's gotten closer these weeks. And I'm afraid I'm going to leave with him.

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My dear friend, please don't

Let him take you away from us

I hope that one day you'll realise

That you are the woman and the heart who possess the pure eye of the beholder

And when you realize that, you will be free of the torment that deceives and brings kindness and commodity in miserable solitude.