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Reflections

 

Cold steel. Reflections, sharp and crisp.

 

You are the voice that hides beneath my mind. In the darkest recesses, in the deepest corners. You are the one who speaks to me at night, who suggests that I do things. Things to harm myself, things to harm everyone around me. Things that used to shake me to my core, things that I would never have considered. Yet you, you've brought them out. What used to shock me is now a commonplace occurrence, to be idly wondered at and dismissed. 

 

Twisting, turning. Reflections glossed over. 

 

You used to be an infrequent visitor, an unwelcome one. Now you are familiar, a daily routine. Should I be afraid of you? I was, once. Then I learned that you aren't to blame. This is what you are meant to do, this is your purpose. You ask me to do these things not because they give you pleasure, but because it gives you meaning. You would not exist if not for it. Would I be more comfortable without you? 

 

Falling. Misting over. Sinking. Comfortable.

 

Perhaps not, but what right does that give you to make me your port of call? Shouldn't I be looking out for myself, like everyone else? I don't know you all that well, but we're much, much more than just casual acquaintances. You thrust yourself upon me, uninvited, oblivious, determined to squeeze all that you could out of me. Is all that has happened not enough for you? Haven't I a right to demand that you leave?

 

Sunken. Enveloped. Bliss. 

 

I don't think I like you very much. You're using me, using me to fulfill yourself. But what of me? Do I not need a purpose as well, a purpose other than this? I won't let you use me anymore, I don't want you to. Please leave me alone. I never asked for you to come to me. This was a chance occurrence, and then you turned it into an extended visit. This isn't how I envisioned things happening. Won't you please go away now?

 

Somehow, I don't think you will. 

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Everyone has their own set of experiences which is why we see things as we are and not how they are. We can never completely understand this piece.

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