there are parts of my life i place up on the wall. i lay in a room of mirrors. in each reflection, pictures pull me back, gently, into this moment- a kindhearted tug. those emotions, those poems forget not at all. i just didn’t know where they go. concealed in my jumbled mind, no answer could be found. for now they remain a reminder for spring cleaning: sideways, crooked and upside down. pictures left this way because i was stuck in life, collecting old habits that are no longer part of me. the gloves don’t fit. at last torn down before my sentimental eyes. these walls don’t reflect who i am anymore. easy it was to tear down, than build up. -Writing on Waves
The walls of your home are a reflection of you. Look at the photos and decorations displayed. Look at the mirror. Do you like what you see?
Originally written in 2017
