My shadow trapped me inside the hall of mirrors. I saw endless images of me that were reflections of times of sadness and loss. She was out and about acting like she was me. I could hear the yelling and screaming. The banging and crashing down the halls echoed loudly.
The day started with me screaming, then pleading, then asking sweetly. In the gentlest tone I could muster, I said I am sorry. And we embraced.
About the Creator
I love making fun of my emotions, feelings, and thoughts in short form writing such as songs and illustrations. I would like to write longer and more explorative pieces for others to read.