Mirror

The mirror then the mirror seeing a vision in this absolute disillusion that it spoke my inner man's heartfelt,a smile that only meant less of the lessons learned out of happiness and the utmost womb less pain in it that was the mirror that reckoned a reckless bystander that is the mirror without the reflection, a realisation had occurred that it could have never known him,  why the plundering night that was star less, gave him primary look in to peace and the mirror had always lied, you know not of me,  he said, but you've seen me will enough that you had been unsatisfied and all along it was never about me, he said, between the thoughts of his pillow, he had never rose up once the same.