Mirrors

All those mirrors of the world.

So many of them. So different frames. Hanging standing, just to the bag, just to check if makeup is okay, or to not look at them at all…

Because some people prefer not to look into them. Like me… but it does not mean that they do not look at us.

The truth is… What lies behind them?

Or here… what lies beneath them?

What dreams they have… mirrors. Is it the truth what they show? Is it really? Nope. right is left, left is right… the light, darkness, weird shades…

Yeah, I know Alice tried to check it. I know her stories and THAT cat, but still, I think there is more. So much more. More stories, more books and treasures… more questions and so much more answers.

More…

Or maybe… when it comes to those mirrors it is just the sky which fall down?

Maybe?

The sky which is not interested in being up there. The one which is wet and wanna have our steps on, and us inside? Which watched us from up there, and maybe, just maybe, fall i love with humans. With those good parts of us which are smiley, thinking too much, creative and so touching. Which are colorful or just grey, but always themselves, always so interesting, so this is why it fell down…

Or maybe we are only a reflection of some world?

Not important.

Not noticed even…

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