untitled mirror project.

it will only take just a little longer to reach the end of the road to the place where our shadows will meet their end where the dark corners of our dreams move together, a little closer to understanding, weare not so different we only look it under a certain light, while in dissimilar mood, during a listening of music (in tune with our vanity) or a twitch of the heart attempting to fit itself inside another (two beats) or the breaking of a fingernail, or in the company of the same sex, the greatest air of conformity, thick as an urban august haze.
you have known me before (you know me now) we tread the paths of life in the same shoes, borrowed, broken, wise as drunk men nearing death. i know you, proud, disillusioned, always waiting, endless waiting for a vision that will never come--you reflect a still eye, frustration hanging low on each lid, watching dreams open themselves as gifts, revealing nothing.
our only salvation is to forget, to pour out our memories under black light, under the keen eye of each other's image. yet we stray, we continue to hope and for that we suffer, alone, in rooms with no windows, beginning to believe that nothing else, outside, is...