Are those cracks in the mirror or is that just me?
Is there even a difference anymore between what’s real and what’s just a leak in my imagination?
Do I even care?
How two-faced have I become?
A complete stranger.
The lights don’t do much good either,
Unearthly rays pass right through me,
Creating a sifted halo around me that does not belong.
My existence feels inconsequential.
Yet, a victim of narcissism’s muse.
I get sucked into my own reflection
Drowning in the pool to become one.
Linking up with Thursday Photo Prompt at Sue’s.
LIVING THE DREAM 