Pale mirror

Pale mirror of Tomas Karkalas
Pale mirror of Tomas Karkalas

While walking down a street in a search of self,  I run into a wall by recognizing self in a plasterboard that sat me back in an awe .
– Do you talk to me? – I questioned the wall.
The eyeshot was silent like a mirror, and the mirrors never lie .

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s