Love, Your Reflection
It sees your beauty even when you won't - and hopes you'll finally notice the same.
Man in the mirror
One of those mornings again. Waking up to a world that is too loud, too bright– one feels faded in contrast.
Looking Back
I don’t know who looks at me when I gaze into the mirror. Try as I might, I don’t know who it is. I don’t even know who I’m supposed to see…
The Blanket
…and it is therefore not only myself that I saw when looking in the mirror. Who were all these other people?