Age is a Story

The mirror reflects my Joy




Fears and temptations

The choices I made yesterday and last year

All the love I’ve given that was given back

In a decade, I cannot say who I will find.

But, if the earth is not flat, why would I be?

Am I growing up or into my own shoes?

In the mirror, I asked her that today and she laughed deeply and said:

Within all your faces lie more stories

than you will ever, ever see.

Try anyway.

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