The mirror is not good or bad, it’s simply neutral.
No harm in staying for bit, or being flattered by the reflection. But you don’t stay there. You don’t live in it and let it consume you.
Remember the difference between the puppet and the puppeteer.
Uncanny the way it sounds real, looks real, feels real, but it is not real. Phantasmagoria galore.
Please, no more.
If I could turn back the hands of time, I would place my energy where it most needed to be.
I wouldn’t waste so much time trying to seal the deal with a structure so flimsy.
But it’s okay, thank Goddess. I still have so much to grateful for.
❤️ Love ❤️
It was not love.
And it was not obsession.
Something much darker and regressive braided the threads of our individuality together to form a fantastical beast.
But I do not have to play into the fantasy.
I’m actually free, to do as I please.
I was waiting on you
But you never came through
And I was not surprised
Because I knew
You never really cared
About meeting my needs
At all
the Purgatory of a Broken Heart 