Lying almost lifeless on bed, after making a compromise, she tried looking for love between the creases that appeared on her bedsheet.
To her dismay, the smell of love smelled sweat only.
A feeling, she presumed to fulfill her existence left her hollow instead. A moment of despair filled her mind with the time she felt loved without being touched.
She gathered herself in her own body, with a bruised soul only to have a look in the mirror. The reflection told her the truth of life; lock the soul, free your body.
Long ago, her soul was left and locked in his reflection. He, who dusted the dirt of life, brought her to the substance. The transparency helped her see the beauty of life and living it. They were a mirror to each other.
They broke the mirrors themselves to leave their crystal selves locked into each other.
………………… Retreating to the reality.
