Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Tell me I’m the fairest of them all.

On an on. I try to make it work, bend it my way. I forget as long as it’s a mirror in front of me I will only ever see what I choose to show as my face.

Unclarity meets freedom. I have some words but I will bare them.

What is a clock that ticks with sand work? Patience my little one. Stop trying to look so young.