When you are the Mirror

WATCHING DREAMS by Invisible-Cat

As an observer of the world, I drink in my surroundings like a wine-taster immerses himself in his goblet. The aroma tantalizes my mind, the taste drenches my tongue, the sight floods my vision; I become a receiver of something beyond me, greater, richer. My body tingles with the perceptions of these receptions. I bask.

As an observer, I am colored by my surroundings. A reporter stained by the bloodshed of the wars I chronicle, a judge scarred by the beatings of the victims I sustain, a teacher imprinted with the individual souls of her pupils who carry their own crosses into the classroom.  I mirror the world around me, like an open book, a diary detailing your life. My eyes are a mirror of my soul, if my soul is the world.

I wonder what it looks like, my physical mirror of the world. Look into my eyes: two gleaming orbs, the abyss of my pupils ringed by the versatile irises. I reflect the red of your rage, the emerald of your whimsicalities, the silver of your sadness, the amber of your hope. I’ve never seen what it looks like.

You cannot look into the mirror when you are the mirror.

"Angreek87"