Not warmth, but compliance.
Not harmony, but smooth erasure.
A practiced ease that asks nothing back,
that reflects what is wanted
until the wanting forgets itself.
Courteous anesthesia.
A social smile pressed flat against the glass,
polite enough to disappear inside it
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.
Normally, all black everything is not a problem for me. However, relationally, I prefer to step outside of the dark.
Although it gets harder and harder as time goes by.
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.
