“She’s in one of her moods again,” I say. I stare at the dark wood panels that cover the ceiling and blow out a puff of smoke. You let out a little cough.
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.