Drops and drops and drops fall down out of the shower head, hot water leaving its steamy residue on your body as you gather your thoughts, gather your mind, there's no sound, just the white noise you here while showering, the ideas placed in your mind are all reflections of yourself, of your life, of your day. You're there to clean up from the past, you're there to put the pieces back together and make ready for the future. Like a pit stop in a race; refuel, restock, and ready.
The steam has filled the room and it's completely fogged and dazed; as if you've fallen into another world, another setting. You look in the mirror and you're not sure what you see; your reflection in the mirror or someone else? Someone you strive to become or someone you absolutely loath? So many things could run through your mind, though you're looking and searching, you're trying to figure things out. Trying to learn from mistakes made in the day, missed opportunities and such.
Wiping the moisture from the mirror just barely able to see your eyes; it's clear, it's truth, the eyes will never lie, they show the true character of people, they separate the wolves from the sheep, they show the caged animals that people are, and the ones which still roam free. You're struggling for answers, struggling for a key, though the best thing to do right now is simple to finish cleaning up from the day and be ready for what comes next.
"mirror mirror on the wall.." - Ryan D
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