29 April 2012
I am in an empty room. Except for a gigantic mirror hanging on the cold stone wall. I walk closer to it. I expected to see my reflection.
Except I see her, reflected on the surface.
Smiling and crying, she reach out a hand and touch the mirror on her side.
I could never touch her , the closest I can get is the cold reflective surface of the mirror.
There, alone I press my face against the mirror and weep sorrowfully.....
The Mirror Room • Opuss № I