Of foggy mirrors and cobwebs ....
It's been a long time since I've really been here. As I wipe the fog off of mirrors and try to reconnect, I feel a vague sense of being lost in my own house, not fully recognizing my own reflection. I know it's my house and I know it's me in the mirror, but the pathways and the lines feel somewhat unfamiliar, unclear.
Is this growing up? Is this feeling a measure of time or is it a measure of the distance travelled?
More importantly, what does it say about me if the overall accompanying emotion turns out to be a vague sense of grief?
Is this growing up? Is this feeling a measure of time or is it a measure of the distance travelled?
More importantly, what does it say about me if the overall accompanying emotion turns out to be a vague sense of grief?
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