Are these her eyes? Is his face the same?
Do I look like them? What are their names?
Mirrors like pictures tell thousands of tales but the stories told have always failed.
In lending me the slightest clues to endless questions and intangible truths.
My obsession with mirrors is not vanity it's a constant search for validation of who I am and where I come from, of which I get none. Perhaps briefly maybe shortly for a moment when a glance finds me in good light and clothes and reflects an image I like to see. But, that is not often and less often considering my age.