the mirror world
Some days you wake up in the mirror world. Floating just below the surface, you might not notice the reflection at first, but down here it's a pale imitation of up there, and that you do notice.
Today will not be a good day, you think, assuming that this is now your reality, as unshakable as the one you knew yesterday. So much floundering before you've even stepped out of bed.
You can break through that surface though, if you put your mind to it. Sometimes it's only to find that the mirror was the surface of a mangrove swamp, another gloomy world, crisper and more certain, but still devoid of the kind of hope that gets you through the days.
Swim. Wade. Walk. Climb. Keep going until you see rays of light piercing the treetops. Keep going until you're exhausted, and you no longer know what's what. Keep going.
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2017 - 2021