Reflections and Reality

It was like looking in the mirror for the first time. I noticed my face lacked percise symmetry, and my nose tilted, ever so slighty, to the left. Unsure what to do next, i slowly widened my eyes and saw every red line that tainted the white surface. The big brown circles in the middle moved in a methodic manner, tracing the perimeter. It was as if i was watching somebody's life flash before their eyes. There was a longing to help them. There was a desprate strive to do whatever i could to help. She moved when I moved, she spoke when i spoke. She did what i wanted to do myself. She was prettier than me. When i was happy, she smiled. When i was sad, she shed a tear or two. When i thought of him, she sulked. When i was tired, she slept. My mind's images were shadowed by her brush strokes. My words were echoed through her lips. We walked down the street. We held hands, an endless game of red rover against the whole world. We were ready, we were prepared. The clock struck 4. The clock struck 5. Our feet moved like clockwork along the sidewalks, pathways and stairs. All the way home, all the way home. Home was a building, home had an address. Now, home is a journey, home is whereever you're headed. Home is where you'll recognize the face in the glass and the lips that touch your forehead. This isnt a blur, this isnt a coincidence. This is clarity, peace and familiarity.