It’s become this beautiful whirlwind.
Justifying myself without even knowing so.
This me shaped hole seems to be losing its mystery.
I’ve been having conversations with the mirror lately.
We seem to be saying the same thing.
Don’t know whether this is a reflection of my current reality…
Or a reminder of what has always been…
I’m watching myself blink.
But I wanna see my eyes shut.
Tell me when my lids close.
Tell me when my mind elopes.
Make me believe you.