Today I woke up and hated my bathroom. In its entirety, not just the mirror, but the white of the walls and how it made the day seem pale, and the burned out bulbs a reminder of how I was far too lazy to fetch replacements. But, of course, the big, unbiased reflector was my constant foe.
I think it's finally sinking in that it doesn't have to be. That it doesn't have to be more then the simple object it is, and that its sole purpose isn't to destroy and deprecate. Or maybe I could make it more then it is. Harness its powers for good, instead of the evil it was currently channeling.
I want to take every mirror I find and turn them into carousel horses.
And the ride would be more then satisfying. With the speed fast enough to be exhilarating without being terrifying. The music would be sweet enough to smile for, but not to make you feel overwhelmed by the pressure to.
And it would be beautiful.
So, glancing at your reflection, thrown out from a horses curly mane; maybe you'll see a stark, charming happiness. The kind you remember from being the first to open the new box of cereal.
Because I know it still exists. But, whenever I feel it, only others get to see it. I never time it correctly, and I miss it by a fraction of a moment. I'm greedy and jealous for it.
Maybe, if I witness it in my own face, it will be easier to remember its entity during the times I don't feel like sweet music.
The carousel would share with me.
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I will read them all. I love it. I love how you say things that we all feel, but in a new way that seems to say it better than even our own thoughts. I love you. And I'm proud of you.
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