LikeNRateMsCharlotte2U's blog: "Random Thoughts"

created on 09/24/2007 | http://fubar.com/random-thoughts/b133205

posted on 03/20/2008&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;05:03&nbs-07:00;pm

Image in the mirror
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I open my eyes. I blink, all I see is the glow of the clock beside me, the sun has not yet broken the darkness of the night. I stretch, I roll over. I push the covers slowly off me and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I sit up and rest my palms on the edge of the bed. I yawn. I think. I think of what the day has in store before me. I get up. I wander over to the restroom and move about to start my day. I do the usual then head downstairs. My nose leads me to the aroma of what is brewing in the kitchen. I grab a cup out of the cupboard and pour myself some coffee. I add some cream. As the aroma fills my senses I take a sip and instantly I start to become more focused. I walk over to my desk, jiggle the mouse and the light from the monitor starts to shine as it is awaken. I surf a little while. Checking this checking that. I look at the clock, then groan as I get up and make my way upstairs so that I may begin yet another day in this existence. I shower. I get out, grab a couple of towels which I set next to the shower, one for my hair one for my body. I make my way to the mirror and wipe the fog. I look at the image that is staring back at me. On each side is a mask.

"which one shall it be today?", I ask the image in the mirror. Do I wear the one that is strong, care free and ready to take on the world with wild abandon, not needing anyone, or the other one? The one that no one ever see's, the one that is locked up behind your brown eyes. The one that yearns to be vulnerable and weak at times. The one that seeks gentle arms to hold on to when things get rough?" The image says nothing, but stares back to me. It knows not to answer, for it knows the choice I will make. The choice I always make. I grab the mask and place it on, slowly defining the eyes with color, putting the hair in it's place. I finish assembling myself and take one last look in the mirror. I tell the image, someday it will come, hold on and don't give up. I turn off the lights, head downstairs, grab my keys, walk out the door, ready to tackle another day.

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