Room For Two

2006

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Who in the world came up with an idea to bend a mirror? Looking at a convex mirror is like staring a cat in the eyes...there just something odd about it. This mirror stretches you. Spreading the image in every direction..as if magnifying the center while still showing you every side. Nothing is hidden.

Seeing my reflection...all my flaws are magnified. That face, I know you. Not the side that everyone sees. No colors here. The real you. The side that does what ever it can to survive. You adapt like a chameleon. You change to blend in with everything around you. Standing out is a flaw, when you are what you are. Being the light...you spreads onto others like a plague. Using deception, you control and navigate. You are a virus within humanity. Something so natural, you turned it into an emotional calculation. As if love is some kind of a math problem. No trust, no faith....no expectation.

I look at my self and I feel separated. I'm not you. I can't be. How can I be you when I don't approve half the shit you do? Its like you have a mind of your own.

Thinking of all we went through. Maybe in some sick, sadistic way I need you. Sometimes you do things I don't have the balls for. You take action when I'm scared and clueless. Even though the actions are not always best, the problem always gets resolved. You put me in horrible situations...yet you protect me.

"Hey, are you going to buy anything?"

Man I'm tripping...its like some kind of psychological mirror.