Written by Jacob Ibrag
A stopper to stare at as I brush
my teeth. Another reflection staring back
at me. Familiar. It’s always too familiar. I inch
my face to the window in the sink. Explosions
on the other side as the other dissipates. I
look around and it is all the same. I
look back and it is empty.
Photo by Craig Whitehead
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The self, is reflected in more ways than one, and each reflection is real, compare to the next ones…
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Just goes to show you, what we see in the mirror is not always accurate.
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Often we see multiple reflections of oneself through the mirror. You have worded them very nicely 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Hi Jacob
The narciss flower fell and drowned in the lake where everyday he was admiring his beauty
The lake cried
Why?
Every day she was admiring her beauty in the eyes of the narciss
True reflection lies in the eyes of the beholder
Happy Tuesday!
Anita
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