Time To Reflect

It was a Saturday evening, much like any other weekend. The music was loud, booze was high and my heels ached. I secluded into a corner with a drink in my hand and no thoughts on my mind. Out of nowhere he patted on my shoulder and asked, β€œIs this the hour of self reflection…

My Reflection

From across the glass, my clone stares in my eyes Looking for all the answers that are lost somewhere There is hope, or is that an illusion? A trap that will take me to heights and then push me over! An expanse of pain settles in her eyes I know what it is; I know…