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Mirror Image

Staring at my mirror, images aren’t the same as the existent. Spaces becomes wider, colors are more vivid, and there is this certain mystery on each angle. Sometimes I dream of just going inside the mirror to think that my life will be opposite than my actual life right now. Maybe it will be pulchritudinous and people around me will be more of a barnburner. And this lady of this manor, oh how I wish she would be benevolent because what manner she has! Contemptuous and sardonic. She never said any word to me without expressing it in a satirical manner. Once I imagined myself decapitating her while she was scolding me about the spilled milk on the table which can be cleaned with an ease. Scolding isn’t even the right word she was more on castigating me because she demanded for me to wipe it with cotton so it wouldn’t scratch the wood she says. She is just one of the few things I want to get away from or entirely alter…

This mirror is my one and only confidant. I never had a friend, a true friend that is. I am no good at associating myself to the populace. Yes, the loner is the right term. I even chose a line of work that I made me unsociable. Librarian… a male cataloger, what would be more boring than my job. But I love my profession as a matter of fact, I tend to love it since even before I love going to libraries, isolated from the world and it is silence fills the room makes me recollect more passively.

Staring at my mirror, images aren’t the same as the existent. It is getting blurry, wavy, and my face is distorted! As I gaze upon it, a somewhat force compelled me to go inside it. Is this my long life dream? Am I to go inside the mirror? What would it be like in there? Is it like what I have imagined?

to be continued.....