Thousands of days have passed since, and there is no end. Always aware, never even close to that certainty.
My reflection is still wrong, but the children provide a piece of the puzzle I was searching for. Three reasons to never feel certain again. Three lives to live for. While searching for myself, I was given three reasons to never let us stop spinning.
The days drag on longer than an impossible test. The mirror has never been my friend, but these days, we are enemies. A battle for the truth, pleading to the constant intruder to grant even one glimpse.
I find myself in the words I scribble, overflowing with emotion. Forgotten dreams come to reality in the endless artworks flowing from my mind like an extra dimensional sieve.
The pieces of myself found through creation, place themselves in an incomplete but telling self portrait. Before my current reality quits spinning around me, The portrait will complete itself. The reflection will finally reflect correctly, it won