a slightly poetic moment
"another one?"
"yes."
"lost?"
"yes"
"how many does that make now?"
"you know better then to ask me that question."
"ok i'll make this easier. how many lost?"
"how long would you have me count?"
"all the scars overlap do they not?"
"yes. the heart is only so big and so many scars. it runs out of space."
"but a nice design is it not?"
"i don't focus on the whole. merely scar by scar."
"hmm...not the artist in you is it? that is for other sights."
"art is in my eyes. just not for within."
"do you see beauty?"
"yes.....everywhere."
"is it lost to you?"
"it will never be lost. i always see beauty. even if it does not see me."
".............keep looking."
then the light goes on and he is just looking at his reflection in the mirror. he blinks and the mirror shatters.
"what a shame that your dreams are made of glass. is it not?"
"yes"
he looks down at the shards and sees many reflections looking back at him. then all of them turn their back and walk away. so all he sees is a mirror of broken glass.
"yes."
"lost?"
"yes"
"how many does that make now?"
"you know better then to ask me that question."
"ok i'll make this easier. how many lost?"
"how long would you have me count?"
"all the scars overlap do they not?"
"yes. the heart is only so big and so many scars. it runs out of space."
"but a nice design is it not?"
"i don't focus on the whole. merely scar by scar."
"hmm...not the artist in you is it? that is for other sights."
"art is in my eyes. just not for within."
"do you see beauty?"
"yes.....everywhere."
"is it lost to you?"
"it will never be lost. i always see beauty. even if it does not see me."
".............keep looking."
then the light goes on and he is just looking at his reflection in the mirror. he blinks and the mirror shatters.
"what a shame that your dreams are made of glass. is it not?"
"yes"
he looks down at the shards and sees many reflections looking back at him. then all of them turn their back and walk away. so all he sees is a mirror of broken glass.