Event Horizon

Mirrors are hard for me... And always have been. Well this is quite the task isn't it? Mirrors capture you, even briefly... Scary and odd inventions of man. Seeing your soul so distorted and yet clearly... And in such a fleeting and frozen way. As if moving from them would move you in jerked frames--a still motion shot coming together by the hands of someone with a neurological disorder... Mirrors...

My eyes. My eyes are what I see and yet avoid when I look into the mirror. I can only do this in passing glances. I even use a small compact mirror that is hazed over with powder in order to put my makeup on in the morning... Though I was once a model... I am by no means hard on the eyes... But... Mirrors are different...

I see infinite wisdom, age, and sadness in my eyes... I rarely come across anyone in person that is not immediately locked onto them... I read people through their eyes as well. Funny that we all stare into black mirrors for much of our day--whether this be through cellphones, televisions, or computer screens... These black mirrors that reek of magick and divining things we should not play with at all--yet we do so frequently... So consistently... Trapping pieces of our essence...

Look into a black hole. Do you see it? You see the event horizon... Look into your mirror again... Just look...