12 August 2012
A mirror... Some say is a portal to another dimension others say it is just a mirror. I know what it is because if I look closely I can see people sitting on a bed if it is in my room or if it is in the living room sitting on a chair. When I turn around the people aren't there. These people are very faint, very hard to see but not impossible.
Sometimes if it is absolutely silent I can hear little voices chattering. Some ask why I am staring at them and other times they ask me to join them. I try but the portal wont open. How I long to be there, in those mirrors. I would give anything to go to a place so care free. Where the don't call me crazy and put me in a mental hospital and dress me in sterile white clothes. Sometimes even I doubt the little people in the mirror I tell myself that I am crazy but I'm not because the others sometimes say they see the as well. Im not crazy I've either got a good imagination or they are there and that is the one that is true. They! Are! There! In those beautiful mirrors.
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