royalflesh24 Sep 2002

in another life I think I was your bathroom mirror...a little dirty but looking at you straight in the eye...telling you (me) something (someone) was waiting...as close as the front door. Ready to either step in - or out. But never to be forgotten. Its these memories (dividing lines) between the face in the mirror and the lingering presence of those passing before (or behind) that quickly flash (distract) before our eyes. In the bathroom's slightly tinted yellow light look back at yourself and let it look a little longer before you step out to see who might be knocking....next in line.