2023.10.22 - about Mirrors

I see who I need to see by staring.

The figure I can make out shows hesitation and avoidance.

The texture I observe has a wonderful clarity.

Changes in lighting mirror more or less the same things I hope to see one day.

My disoriented mind is perplexed as to what this figure means to me.

Shackled to my intellect, I obsess on the curve I desire, preventing my body from feeling free.

I continue to breathe, hoping to awaken my flesh.

I fix my gaze once more.

This time, I notice the flaws.

It's because of my pores, nasal deviation, and smaller forehead, but my body shows a more toned appearance but I still can’t see it. I only hear it from my friends.

One day, my mind will be free, and my reflections will no longer be a hope that I will hit the mark and see who I am.