Tuesday 25 September 2007

The mirror shattered.

That sound! That horrible sound, it was louder than anything I had or have ever heard; but still I can’t remember that sound. As it floods my memories with a titanic crash, I remember my reflection in the mirror as my fist flew towards it.
My face, my eyes… oh that feeling… as my mother's mirror shattered, was like my stomach had instantaneously digested itself and now lunged at my heart. Those thoughts… fears. Those nine years of bad luck that were to follow, a penance I am still paying for today.
I could not take it, all that hatred for myself, had vanished. It was as though the demon I sought to injure had been released, and suddenly gotten stronger. He was now free of the confines of the one mirror, and smiled back at me from the many pieces that lay in front of me.

Blah Blah blah...... and some more Blahs!!!

That's all my life seems to be filled up these days. Apart from the occassional ray of sunshine that drifts into my weary cell in the form of an old friend, there is that moonbeam that strikes my pillow. I have to say that intially I did not quite like the moon beam, she was uninvited and always disturbed my sleep. But I guess with time, I have grown accostumed to her presence and now even look forward to her arrival.